Matthew Good - Champions Of Nothing lyrics

When Hollywood runs out of Indians When the bar stars melt and their golden hair turns into gla** When Hollywood runs out of Indians When the bubble bursts and the first are come for by the last There's something in the way you move Makes me catch a cold There's something in your "too cool for school" When you slide up and down my pole There's something in the way you look That only casts a shadow When Hollywood runs out of Indians Only the Indians will know A kick in the head, pa** it around Begging for a bed, pa** it around Pa** it around And I'd say what you'd say It makes me feel nothing There's a car waiting to take me to something At the end of my rope there's A new world, it's snowing The globe it starts shaking Is it me not worth knowing? The white coats are melting The snow down our mountains To process the rivers for hallways, and fountains And I'd say what you'd say But it makes me feel nothing Til there's a man waiting to take me to something That I'm for Hell It looks red in all it's pictures My sisters sing laments While their skin blisters (take your time, take your time, take your time) Halleluiahs Offered down on the floor Nobody goes above decks No, not no more They say the sun is still shining That you can feel it in your core But I ain't seen nobody move That weren't going for the door And I'd say what you'd say Champions of nothing But there's a car waiting to take me to something At the end of my rope There's a new world, it's glowing The globe it starts shaking Was it you not worth knowing? The white coats are melting The snow down our mountains To process the rivers for hallways, and fountains And I'd say what you'd say But it makes me feel nothing Til there's a man waiting to take me something That I'm for...