Champions of Nothing

Begging for a bed, pass it around
At the end of my rope there's a new world, it's glowing
Nobody goes above decks, no, not, no more
They say the sun is still shining
That you can feel it in your core now
And I'd say what you'd say, champions of nothing
When Hollywood runs out of Indians

Hell, it looks red in all it's pictures
There's something in the way you look
There's something in your too cool for school
Only the Indians will know
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 only casts a shadow
But there's a car waiting to take me to something

There's something in the way you move
When the bubble burst and the first come for by the last
Makes me catch a cold
When you slide up and down my pole
That weren't going for the door
To process the rivers for hallways and fountains
To process the rivers for hallways and fountains
There's a car waiting to take me to something
The globe it starts shaking, was it you not worth knowing?

That I'm for

When Hollywood runs out of Indians

Pass it around
And I'd say what you'd say but it makes me feel nothing
The white coats are melting to snow down the mountains

At the end of my rope there's a new world, it's snowing
My sisters sing laments while their skin blisters
Hallelujahs are for down on the floor
So there's a man waiting to take me to something that I'm for
I ain't seen nobody move
A kick in the head, pass it around
The globe it starts shaking, was it me not worth knowing?
The white coats are melting to snow down the mountains
And I'd say what you'd say but it makes me feel nothing