Stranger than Fiction lyrics

A febrile shocking violent smack and

the children are hoping for a heart attack

tonight the windows are watching,

the streets all conspire

and the lampost can't stop crying

If I could fly high above the world

Would I see a bunch of living dots spell the word stupidity?

Or would I just see hungry lover homicides,

loving brother suicides

and olly olly oxenfrees, who pickaside and hide

The world is scratching at my door

My morning papers got the scores,

the human interest stories, and the obituary

Cockroach nape and rattling 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 around the corner

there's a wino with feathered shoulders

and a spirit giving head for crack and he'll

never want it back

There's a little kid and his family eating

crackers like Thanksgiving

and a pack of wild desperadoes scornful of living

The world is scratching at my door

My morning papers got the scores,

the human interest stories, and the obituary

Cradle for a cat, Wolfe looks back,

How many angels can you fit upon a match?

I want to know why Hemmingway cracked

Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction

Life is the crummiest book I ever read,

there isn't a hook, just a lot of cheap shots

Pictures to shock and characters an

amateur would never dream up

Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction

• Artist:Bad Religion
• Album:Stranger than Fiction (1994)