1.MASS ROMANTIC


Mass romantic fool wears Foster Grants
his books on tape ring true
like everyone wants to say "I love you" to someone on the radio (radio)
The first voice in the hollowed stars
now the one true loves
and author of "My Life Among the Kids Who Go to Shows.

This is not the way
In the streetlight dawn
this street turns on

Mass romantic fool
separated by sheets when the curtain calls you
speaking on the themes of stolen virtue
missing from the radio (radio)
Now this romantic duel is into the streets
bon appetit you've eaten me alive you realize

This is not the way
In the streetlight dawn
this beat turns on

Mass romantic fool
separated by sheets when the curtain calls you
speaking on the themes of stolen virtue
missing from the radio (radio)
Now this romantic duel is into the streets
bon appetit you've eaten me alive you realize

This is not the way
In the streetlight dawn
this beat turns on

This boy's life among the electrical lights
This boy's life among the electrical lights
This boy's life among the electrical lights


2.THE FAKES HEADLINES

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 I fill
Make headlines, believe them come back
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
I filled the whole front page
With the catchiest words I could find

Fake headlines, believe me come back
Fake headlines, believe them come back

3.THE SLOW DESCENT INTO ALCOHOLISM

I said my
My slow descent
Into alchoholism it went
To my head
Where I really need it
With abuse that remained untreated

I said my my my
My slow descent
Into alcoholism it went

Something like this, ah
Something like this, ah
Something like this, ah

Salvation holdout central
Salvation holdout central
Salvation holdout central

I said my
Ever loosening grip
On the commonest courtesy slipped

From my hands
Where I really need her
When I need change
For the parking meters

I said my my my
My slow descent
Into alcoholism it went

Something like this, ah
Something like this, ah
Something like this, ah

Salvation holdout central
Salvation holdout central
Salvation holdout central
Salvation holdout central