Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction Lyrics
A febrile shocking violent smackThe children are hoping for a heart attack,Tonight the windows are watching,The streets all conspire,And the lamppost cant stop crying,If I could fly high above the world,Would I see a bunch of living dots spell the world stupidity? ,Or would I see hungry lover homicides,Loving brother suicides,And olly olly oxenfrees,Who pickaside and hideThe world is scratching at my door,My morning papers got the scores,The human interest stories, and the obituary*****roach naps and rattling traps,How many devils can you fit upon a match head? ,Caringosity killed the kerouac cat,Sometimes truth is stranger than fictionIn my alley around the corner,Theres a wino with feathered shoulders,And a spirit giving head for crack and hell never want it back,Theres a little kid and his family eating crackers like thanksgivingAnd a pack of wild desperados scornful of livingThe worlds is scratching at my door....Cradle for a cat, wolfe looks back,How many angels can you fit upon a match?I want to know why hemingway cracked,Sometimes truth is stranger than fictionLife is the crummiest book I ever read,There isnt a hook, just a lot of cheap shots,Pictures to shock and characters an amateur would never dream up
