| 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 |