Covert Discretion

Covert discretion in a hotel room
 A
Ain't it always the same
 G D Em7
Another gig now, got an achin' head
 A
And I'm back on display
 G D Em7 A
Ain't no thing though, all the fans agree, we killed it tonight
 G D Em7 A
Back at the hotel, watching CNN, still scared for my life
 B G D C
So where is the party going on?
 B G D C
It's no fair to make me stay alone
 G D Em7
Down in the lobby there's a couple left
 A
Have them buy me a round
 G D Em7
I'm your best friend I'm your superstar
 A
Yeah I'm down with the brown
 G D Em7
We in the bathroom let's be super cool
 A
You gotta a little bit left
 G D Em7
What a special thing, I'm your trophy boy
 A
Get the fuck out my face
 B G D C
You will go home satisfied
 B G D C
I'll be blacked out for the night
 G D Em7 A
In the morning I can't remember, I can't remember a thing
 G D Em7
I'm on the bus now
 A
They won't look at me, man it's always the same
 G D Em7
I'm a broken, why can't you see?
 A
Can't you give me your hand?
 G D Em7 A
No, I'm the bad guy, don't appreciate, can't you see who I am?
 B G D C
I'm on my last leg, I can't see
 B G D C
I wasn't trying to blow your fantasy
 G D Em7
Another chance now, I'm on the stage again
 A
But this time I don't fly
 G D Em7 A
You all just left me, just walked away. Alone up there to die.
 G D Em7 A
It was the next day got a couple calls making sure I'm alive
 G D Em7
Man you gotta end this, just walk away
 A
Your money or your life.
 B G D C
So save your judgments for someone else
 B G D C
And be grateful I saved me from myself
  C              G                E
Fuck you all I gotta reason to live

[Trecho 2x 2x]
 Am D
And I never gonna die
 G E
Fuck you all I gotta reason to live
 Am D
And I never gonna die