Stranger Than Fiction – Bad Religion – letras

A febrile shocking violent smackAnd 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 Ally Ally Oxenfrees,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, o yeahCockroach naps, 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,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 thanksgivingAnd a pack of wild desperados scornful of livingThe world is scratching at my door,My morning paper has the scores,The human interest stories, and the obituary, o yeahCradle 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 isn’t a hook, just a lot of cheap shots,Pictures to shock, and characters an amateur would never dream up