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 the first are 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
Try again, try again
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 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 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 its pictures My sisters sing laments While their skin blisters Take your time, take your time, take your time
(Laughing)
Hallelujahs Offered down on the floor Nobody goes above decks No, not no more They say the sun's 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 So there's a man waiting To take me something That I'm for That I'm for