Bad Religion Lyrics
3. Stranger Than Fiction
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 lamppost can't 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 oxen frees who pick a side and hide? The world is scratching at my door. My morning paper's got the scores, The human interest stories And the obituary. Oh yeah. Cockroach naps 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, 'round 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 paper has the scores, 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 want to 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 lot of cheap shots, pictures to shock, And character's an amateur would never dream up. Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.
If you found error please correct these lyrics
If text is damaged you may return it to the last approved version
This is "Stranger Than Fiction" lyrics interpretation transcribed by AliveLyrics.com visitors. All rights belong to the respective authors, artists and labels. The lyrics are provided only for private study, scholarship, or research. Please consider buying related album to support Bad Religion.