Covert Discretion Lyrics
[This song is about the true story of Gene Ween, the aliases of Aaron Freeman, and the aftermath of a concert with his band Ween in which he was having an onstage, drug-fueled nervous breakdown. This incident led to his departure from the band for a couple of years.]
Convert discretion in a hotel room
It was always the same
Another kick now, got a hanky head
And I'm back on display
Ain't no think no, all the fancery we killed it tonight
Back at the hotels, watching CNI , still escape for my life
So where is the party going on?
It's no afraid to make me stay alone
Down in the lobby there's a couple left
Haven't buy me around
I'm your best friend I'm your super start
Yeah I'm done in the brown
We in the bathroom let's be super cool
You gotta a little bit laugh
What a special thing, I'm your trofee boy
Get the fuck out my face
You will go home satisfy
I'll be block down for the night
In the morning I can't remember, I can't remover a think
I'm on the bus now
They won't look at me, mine is always the same
I'm a broke, why can you see?
Can you give me your hand?
No, im the bad guy don't appreciate cn't you see how I am?
On my last lake, I can't see
I was tryng to blow your fantasy
Another chance no, I'm on the stage again
But this time I don't fly
You all just left me, just walked away
It was the next day got a couple calls making sure online
Man you gotta end this, just walk away
You mine all your life so save your judgments for someone else
And be great for save me from my self
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