Covert Discretion

Covert discretion
In the hotel room
Ain't it always the same?

Another gig now
Got an aching head
And I'm back on display

Ain't no thing though
All the fans agree
We killed it tonight

Back at the hotel
Watchin' CNN
Still scared for my life

So where is the party goin' on?
It's no fair to make me stay alone

Down in the lobby
There's a couple left
Have them buy me a round

I'm your best friend
I'm your superstar
Yeah, I'm down with the brown

We in the bathroom
Let's be super-cool
You got a little bit left

What a special thing
I'm your trophy boy
Get the fuck out of my face

Cause you will go home satisfied
I'll be blacked out for the night

In the morning
I can't remember
I can't remember a thing

I'm on the bus now
They won't look at me
Man, it's always the same

I'm a broken
Why can't you see?
Can't you give me your hand?

No, I'm the bad guy
Don't appreciate
Can't you see who I am?

I'm on my last leg and I can't see
I wasn't trying to blow your fantasy

Another chance now
I'm on the stage again
But this time I don't fly

You all just left me
Just walked away
Alone, up there to die

It was the next day
Got a couple calls
Makin' sure I'm alive

Man, you gotta end this
Just walk away
Your money or your life

So save your judgments for someone else
Be greatful I saved me from myself

Fuck you all
I got a reason to live
And I'm never gonna die