At the end of my rope there's a new world, it's snowing
When Hollywood runs out of Indians
And I'd say what you'd say, champions of nothing

Nobody goes above decks, no, not, no more
Pass it around
When you slide up and down my pole
When Hollywood runs out of Indians
They say the sun is still shining
The globe it starts shaking, was it me not worth knowing?
To process the rivers for hallways and fountains
Hallelujahs are for down on the floor

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?

There's something in the way you move

A kick in the head, pass it around
But there's a car waiting to take me to something
Begging for a bed, pass it around
I ain't seen nobody move
The white coats are melting to snow down the mountains

There's something in the way you look
There's something in your too cool for school
To process the rivers for hallways and fountains
Makes me catch a cold
That weren't going for the door
And I'd say what you'd say but it makes me feel nothing
Hell, it looks red in all it's pictures
So there's a man waiting to take me to something that I'm for
So there's a man waiting to take me to something that I'm for
My sisters sing laments while their skin blisters
That only casts a shadow

And I'd say what you'd say but it makes me feel nothing
When the bubble burst and the first come for by the last
And I'd say what you'd say but it makes me feel nothing
That you can feel it in your core now

The white coats are melting to snow down the mountains
There's a car waiting to take me to something
That I'm for
Only the Indians will know
That I'm for