Champions Of Nothing Lyrics - Matthew Good Band

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 nothing 

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