The Fake Headlines (The New Pornographers)
I wrote the news today
In the tent outside the midway rides
And as my money flew
Singing to their pockets you
Could only know your shame
Knowing what the good ones do
And when you see the bruises on my legs from kicking pills, yeah
Then you know how recklessly the pages they are filled
Fake headlines, believe them, come back
Fake headlines, believe them, come back
Fake headlines, believe them
Want to be upside down
Maybe thrown from side to side?
Want to fall from the sky
Sailing like a ship at sea?
Want to live so out loud
The fashion police break me?
And when you see the bruises on my legs from kicking pills, yeah
Then you know how recklessly the pages they are filled
Fake headlines, believe them, come back
Fake headlines, believe them, come back
Fake headlines, believe them
You'll cry
You'll cry
You'll cry
You'll cry
I wrote the news today
In the tent outside the midway rides
And as my money flew
Singing to the pockets I
I wrote the whole front page
With the catchiest words I could find
Believe me, come back
Fake headlines, believe me, come back
Fake headlines, believe me, come back
Fake headlines, believe me, oh, come back
In the tent outside the midway rides
And as my money flew
Singing to their pockets you
Could only know your shame
Knowing what the good ones do
And when you see the bruises on my legs from kicking pills, yeah
Then you know how recklessly the pages they are filled
Fake headlines, believe them, come back
Fake headlines, believe them, come back
Fake headlines, believe them
Want to be upside down
Maybe thrown from side to side?
Want to fall from the sky
Sailing like a ship at sea?
Want to live so out loud
The fashion police break me?
And when you see the bruises on my legs from kicking pills, yeah
Then you know how recklessly the pages they are filled
Fake headlines, believe them, come back
Fake headlines, believe them, come back
Fake headlines, believe them
You'll cry
You'll cry
You'll cry
You'll cry
I wrote the news today
In the tent outside the midway rides
And as my money flew
Singing to the pockets I
I wrote the whole front page
With the catchiest words I could find
Believe me, come back
Fake headlines, believe me, come back
Fake headlines, believe me, come back
Fake headlines, believe me, oh, come back
Credits
Writer(s): Carl Allan Newman
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