Schwag |the 3 S’s

While the band usually had the embassy suites
The Rooms full of women they’d meet

And than there’s the roadies and me

Renting rooms by the hour
Shit shave and shower
Cat naps some call them power
Steal the towels and fake flowers

You Stub your toes on hotel walls
When you walk in 10 feet tall

I’ll jump off the roof into the moat
You’ve got your buffalo tom
Mine is a trace
A dicky boss tone
A fish bone on my plate

“what are you doing son, where will you be in five years?”

Hopefully we’re on a bus getting high on your fears

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