Lyrics
Weird here is normal
Weird here is the extreme somewhere else
I hate you (love is a strong word)
I hate you (love is a strong word)
I hate you (love is a strong word)
I hate you (love is a strong word)
I hate you (love is a strong word)
I hate you (love is a strong word)
I hate you (love is a strong word)
I hate you (love is a strong word)
I hate you
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
The end of my rope, there's
A new world, it's snowing
The globe it starts shaking
Was 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)
Hallelujahs are for 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
Try again
Try again
Try again
And I'd say what you'd say
Champions of nothing
But there's a car waiting
To take me to something
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
