Matthew Good - Champions Of Nothing Lyrics
When Hollywood Runs Out Of IndiansWhen The Bar Stars Melt And Their Golden Hair Turns Into GlassWhen Hollywood Runs Out Of IndiansWhen The Bubble Bursts And The First Are Come For By The LastThere's Something In The Way You MoveMakes Me Catch A ColdThere's Something In Your "too Cool For School"When You Slide Up And Down My PoleThere's Something In The Way You LookThat Only Casts A ShadowWhen Hollywood Runs Out Of IndiansOnly The Indians Will KnowA Kick In The Head, Pass It AroundBegging For A Bed, Pass It AroundPass It AroundAnd I'd Say What You'd SayIt Makes Me Feel NothingThere's A Car Waiting To Take Me To SomethingAt The End Of My Rope There'sA New World, It's SnowingThe Globe It Starts ShakingIs It Me Not Worth Knowing?The White Coats Are MeltingThe Snow Down Our MountainsTo Process The Rivers For Hallways, And FountainsAnd I'd Say What You'd SayBut It Makes Me Feel NothingTil There's A Man Waiting To Take Me To SomethingThat I'm ForHellIt Looks Red In All It's PicturesMy Sisters Sing LamentsWhile Their Skin Blisters(take Your Time, Take Your Time, Take Your Time)HalleluiahsOffered Down On The FloorNobody Goes Above DecksNo, Not No MoreThey Say The Sun Is Still ShiningThat You Can Feel It In Your CoreBut I Ain't Seen Nobody MoveThat Weren't Going For The DoorAnd I'd Say What You'd SayChampions Of NothingBut There's A Car Waiting To Take Me To SomethingAt The End Of My RopeThere's A New World, It's GlowingThe Globe It Starts ShakingWas It You Not Worth Knowing?The White Coats Are MeltingThe Snow Down Our MountainsTo Process The Rivers For Hallways, And FountainsAnd I'd Say What You'd SayBut It Makes Me Feel NothingTil There's A Man Waiting To Take Me SomethingThat I'm For...
