Bed, chair, table, minibar, another faceless town,
in my line of business you sure do get around,
all these cheap hotel rooms,
you can′t tell them apart,
and I′ve got a feeling, I′ve seen them all.
Continental breakfast, a stale daily routine,
gaudy useless leaflets, dull places to be seen,
the coffe urn is wheezing,
another loveless day,
followed by another lonely night.
City to city, darkness to light:
Me and my trusty Samsonite.
City to city, darkness to light:
Me and my trusty Samsonite.
Doors that open, doors that close, the haggling in between,
flogging worthless merchandise has never been my dream.
A smile is frozen to my face,
my wit is well rehearsed,
don′t sober up until the ink is dry.
I don′t make friends, I′m making deals, that′s what I am here for,
make sure to coun′t your fingers before I′m out that door.
Life is hard, believe me,
there′s one thing you should know:
A deal′s a deal once it is signed.
4.3.2009