Song | The Fake Headlines |
Artist | The New Pornographers |
Album | Mass Romantic |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : New Pornographers | |
I wrote the news today in a 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. | |
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. | |
I wrote the news today in a tent outside the midway rides, and as 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 |
zuo ci : New Pornographers | |
I wrote the news today in a 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. | |
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. | |
I wrote the news today in a tent outside the midway rides, and as 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 |
zuò cí : New Pornographers | |
I wrote the news today in a 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. | |
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. | |
I wrote the news today in a tent outside the midway rides, and as 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 |