Falling Lyrics - Teenage Fanclub

Teenage Fanclub/De La Soul/Tom Petty/Jeff Lynne 

Travelling at the speed of love 

Hey kids, whats up 

Remember when I used to be dope, yeah 

I owned a pocket full of fame 

But look what you're doing now, Well I know, I know 

I lost touch with reality, now my personality 

Is an unwanted commodity (ooh yeah) 

Can't believe I used to be Mr Steve Austin on the mike 

(Six million ways) I used to run it 

I guess Oscar Goldman got mad 

Cause I got loose circuit's (so loose) 

I seen the mother goose with the eggs that seemed to be 

Fallin Fallin Fallin 

You played yourself (x4) 

Yo pack my bags cause im out of here 

My momma don't love me and my momma don't care 

Read the papers the headlines say 

Washed up rapper got a song (Rock on) 

Lingo's busting while the guitar swings 

B-Side copies for the radio plays (or something) 

I knew I blew the whole fandango 

When the drum crew never wore a Kangol 

Never could be like fake, fish won't bite bait 

Realise that im over like clover 

No good lucking so Maze hit the fucking beat 

While the teenage fans are here 

I bring it to the blues, I pay all my dues 

So what's gone dead, let me use my forehead 

Easy pack it up man, let me stop stalling 

Cause everything I do is like falling 

Falling Falling 

You played yourself 

[REPEAT TO FADE]