Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction lyrics
[Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction lyrics]
A febrile shocking violent smack
And the children are hopin'
For a heart-attack
Tonight, the windows are watching
The streets all conspire
And the lamppost can't stop cryin'
If I could fly high above the world
Would I see a bunch of livin'
Dots spell the word "stupidity"?
Or would I see hungry lover homicides
Lovin' brother suicides
And olly olly oxen frees who
Pick a side and hide?
(Ah ah ah) The world is scratching at my door
(Ah ah ah) My morning paper's got the scores
(Ah, ah, ah) The human interest stories
And the obituary, oh yeah
Cockroach naps, rattlin' traps
How many devils can you fit
Upon a match head?
Caringosity killed the Kerouac cat
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction
In my alley 'round the corner
There's a wino with feathered shoulders
And a spirit givin' head for crack
And he'll never want it back
There's a little kid and his
Family eatin' crackers like Thanksgiving
And a pack of wild
Desperadoes scornful of living
(Ah ah ah) The world is scratching at my door
(Ah ah ah) My morning paper has the scores
(Ah, ah, ah) The human interest stories
And the obituary, oh yeah
Cradle for a cat, Wolfe looks back
How many angels can you fit upon a match?
I wanna know why Hemingway cracked
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction
Life is the crummiest book
I ever read, there isn't a hook
Just a lotta cheap shots, pictures to shock
And characters an amateur would
Never dream up
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction
And the children are hopin'
For a heart-attack
Tonight, the windows are watching
The streets all conspire
And the lamppost can't stop cryin'
If I could fly high above the world
Would I see a bunch of livin'
Dots spell the word "stupidity"?
Or would I see hungry lover homicides
Lovin' brother suicides
And olly olly oxen frees who
Pick a side and hide?
(Ah ah ah) The world is scratching at my door
(Ah ah ah) My morning paper's got the scores
(Ah, ah, ah) The human interest stories
And the obituary, oh yeah
Cockroach naps, rattlin' traps
How many devils can you fit
Upon a match head?
Caringosity killed the Kerouac cat
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction
In my alley 'round the corner
There's a wino with feathered shoulders
And a spirit givin' head for crack
And he'll never want it back
There's a little kid and his
Family eatin' crackers like Thanksgiving
And a pack of wild
Desperadoes scornful of living
(Ah ah ah) The world is scratching at my door
(Ah ah ah) My morning paper has the scores
(Ah, ah, ah) The human interest stories
And the obituary, oh yeah
Cradle for a cat, Wolfe looks back
How many angels can you fit upon a match?
I wanna know why Hemingway cracked
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction
Life is the crummiest book
I ever read, there isn't a hook
Just a lotta cheap shots, pictures to shock
And characters an amateur would
Never dream up
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction