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egos like hairdosi saw on the poster that my name was printed just a little bit smaller i can tell you need to stand just a little bit taller no one ever talks about it but no one can disguise the cloud of competition that is hanging behind their eyes there's more bad blood in this bar than there is beer it's subtle but it still sucks and i want out of here we got egos like hairdos they're different every day depending on how we slept the night before depending on the demons that are at our door they told me you wanted to play last that every profession has a system of castes so they reverse the order that we go on then you stand at the bar and you talk through my songs we got egos like hairdos they're different every day depending on how we slept the night before depending on the demons that are at our door everyone loves the underdog but no one wants to be him they say the press will fatten you up and then they'll dig their teeth in it's cool to discover someone it's hard to support them everyone is playing life like it is some stupid sport we got egos like hairdos they're different every day depending on how we slept the night before depending on the demons that are at our door i got my kitchen stocked, i got my door unlocked there ain't no demons here and i don't really care whose name is printed in bigger type i live in a world full of hope not a world full of hype i ain't no saint i help myself to what i need but i help other people too you know i sleep soundly © 1993 ani difranco / righteous babe music |
