Matthew Good - Champions Of Nothing Lyrics

When Hollywood runs out of Indians
When the bar stars melt and their golden hair turns to glass
When Hollywood runs out of Indians
When the bubble burst and the first 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, pass it around
Begging for a bed, pass it around
Pass it around

And I'd say what you'd say but 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, was it me not worth knowing?

The white coats are melting to snow down the mountains
To process the rivers for hallways and fountains
And I'd say what you'd say but it makes me feel nothing
So there's a man waiting to take me to something that I'm for
That I'm for

Hell, it looks red in all it's pictures
My sisters sing laments while their skin blisters
Hallelujahs are for 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 now
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 to snow down the mountains
To process the rivers for hallways and fountains
And I'd say what you'd say but it makes me feel nothing
So there's a man waiting to take me to something that I'm for
That I'm for