Текст песни Champions Of Nothing

Matt: Weird here is normal; weird here is the extreme somewhere else.

I hate you, ("love is a strong word" in reverse)love is a strong word

Try again, try again, try again, try again, try again, try again

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 nothingMatthew Good Band - Champions Of Nothing - http://ru.motolyrics.com/matthew-good-band/champions-of-nothing-lyrics.html
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