Competition

We wake up wanting to be Tonya Harding Out of, out of, competition I hear on the TV The glamour's everything It feels like, it feels right, competition I remember names, ex-household names One day it's European scenes, seriously then it's sans ideas, sans ideas And no one knows the difference I mean you say, this is nice, I like it Even hey, that's your best work yet And you see yourself saying this, you see yourself saying this Is this the difference? You want to obtain a lobby of graves For ever present, competition The further the hills are The lighter the car load It feels right, it feels right