When Hollywood runs out of IndiansnWhen the bar stars melt and their golden hair turns into glassnWhen Hollywood runs out of IndiansnWhen the bubble bursts and the first are come for by the lastnThere's something in the way you movenMakes me catch a coldnThere's something in your too cool for schoolnWhen you slide up and down my polenThere's something in the way you looknThat only casts a shadownWhen Hollywood runs out of IndiansnOnly the Indians will knownnA kick in the head, pass it aroundnBegging for a bed, pass it aroundnPass it aroundnnAnd I'd say what you'd saynIt makes me feel nothingnThere's a car waiting to take me to somethingnAt the end of my rope there'snA new world, it's snowingnThe globe it starts shakingnIs it me not worth knowing?nThe white coats are meltingnThe snow down our mountainsnTo process the rivers for hallways, and fountainsnAnd I'd say what you'd saynBut it makes me feel nothingnTil there's a man waiting to take me to somethingnThat I'm fornnHellnIt looks red in all it's picturesnMy sisters sing lamentsnWhile their skin blistersn(take your time, take your time, take your time)nHalleluiahsnOffered down on the floornNobody goes above decksnNo, not no morenThey say the sun is still shiningnThat you can feel it in your corenBut I ain't seen nobody movenThat weren't going for the doornnAnd I'd say what you'd saynChampions of nothingnBut there's a car waiting to take me to somethingnAt the end of my ropenThere's a new world, it's glowingnThe globe it starts shakingnWas it you not worth knowing?nThe white coats are meltingnThe snow down our mountainsnTo process the rivers for hallways, and fountainsnnAnd I'd say what you'd saynBut it makes me feel nothingnTil there's a man waiting to take me somethingnThat I'm for...