Bad Religion - 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? 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 characters an amateur would never dream up