Egos Like Hairdos Ani DiFranco

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