Stranger Than Fiction Songtext
von Bad Religion

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 word stupidity?
Or would I see hungry lover homicides
Loving 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
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, 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

(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 lot of cheap shots
Pictures to shock
And characters an amateur would never dream up

Sometimes, truth is stranger than fiction