Matthew Good Champions Of Nothing
[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'
