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
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
And when you see the bruises on my legs from kicking pills
Then you see how recklessly the pages I fill
Make headlines, believe them, come back
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 filled the whole front page with the catchiest words I could find
Believe me, come back
The fake headlines, believe them, come back