Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 bursts and first come for by the last There's something in the way you move That 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 [Pre-Chorus] A kick in the head, pass it around Begging for a bed, pass it around [Chorus] 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' [Verse 2] 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 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 But I ain't seen nobody move that weren't going for the door [Chorus] And I'd say what you'd say, champions of nothing But there's a car waiting to take me to something 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 something That I'm 'for'