Song | Egos Like Hairdos |
Artist | Ani DiFranco |
Album | Puddle Dive |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : 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 | |
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 |
zuo ci : 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 | |
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 |
zuò cí : 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 | |
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 |