Covert Discretion

Covert discretion in a hotel room Ain't it always the same Another gig now, got an achin' head And I'm back on display Ain't no thing though, all the fans agree, we killed it tonight Back at the hotel, watching CNN, still scared for my life So where is the party going 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 gotta a little bit left What a special thing, I'm your trophy boy Get the fuck out my face 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, 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 making sure I'm alive Man you gotta end this, just walk away Your money or your life. So save your judgments for someone else And be grateful I saved me from myself Fuck you all I gotta reason to live And I never gonna die Fuck you all I gotta reason to live And I never gonna die Fuck you all I gotta reason to live And I never gonna die Fuck you all I gotta reason to live And I never gonna die