Champions of Nothing

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
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 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