Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stranger Than Fiction, artist - Bad Religion. Date of issue: 08.08.1994
Song language: English
Stranger Than Fiction |
| A febrile shocking violent smack |
| 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 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 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 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 desperados scornful of living |
| The worlds is scratching at my door… |
| Cradle for a cat, Wolfe looks back, |
| How many angels can you fit upon a match? |