Letra de
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