When Hollywood runs out of Indians   When the bar stars melt and their golden hair turns into 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   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      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   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   Til there's a man waiting to take me to something   That I'm for      Hell   It looks red in all it's pictures   My sisters sing laments   While their skin blisters   (take your time, take your time, take your time)   Halleluiahs   Offered down on the floor   Nobody goes above decks   No, not no more   They say the sun is 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   Til there's a man waiting to take me something   That I'm for...