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 see how recklessly the pages are filled

Make headlines, believe them come back

Make headlines, believe them come back

Want to be upside down

Maybe thrown from side to side?

Want to fall from the clouds

Sailing like a ship at sea?

Want to think out so loud

That the fashion police break me?

And when you see the bruises on my legs from kicking pills, yeah

Then you see how recklessly the pages are filled

Make headlines, believe them come back

Make headlines, believe them come back

Make headlines, believe them come back

You’ll cry

You’ll cry, you’ll cry believe me come back

I wrote the news today

In the tent outside the midway rides

And when my money flew

Singing to their pockets I

I filled the whole front page

With the catchiest words I could find

Believe me come back

Fake headlines, believe them come back

Fake headlines, believe them come back

Fake headlines, believe them come back