Matthew Good lyrics
When Hollywood Runs out of Indians
When Hollywood runs out of Indians
[??] and hair turns to glass
Hollywood runs out of Indians
The dimly lit bulb bursts and the first are come for by the last
Something in the way you move
Makes me catch a cold
Something in the way you're -- too cool for school
Slides up and down my pole
Something in the way you look
Only reflects half a whole
When Hollywood runs out of Indians
Only the Indians will know
Some edits by: Prometheon
Song Information
Released: 2007
Found on: Hospital Music B-Sides
This song would later become Champions of Nothing.
