I Saw On The Poster

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's Hanging Behind Their Eyes

There's More Bad Blood

In This Bar Than There Is Beer

And 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

Every Profession Has Its System Of Castes

So They Reverse The Order We Go On

And Then You Stand At The Bar

And You Talk Through My Songs



We've 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



Everybody Loves The Underdog

But No One Wants To Be Him

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's 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're No Demons Here

And I Don't Really Care

Whose Name Is Printed In Bigger Type

You Know 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

Y'know I Sleep Soundly