Stranger Than Fiction

Lyrics | Track Details

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 dots spell the word stupidity?
Or would I just 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 nape 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 desperadoes scornful of living

The world is scratching at my door
My morning paper has the scores,
the human interest stories,
and the obituary

Cradle for a cat, Wolfe looks back,
how many angels can you fit upon a match?
I want to know why Hemmingway 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

Writers
Brett Gurewitz
Recorded
Rumbo Recorders, Canoga Park, CA
Musicians
Greg Graffin - vocals, Brett Gurewitz - guitar, Jay Bentley - bass, Greg Hetson - guitar, Bobby Schayer - drums
Publishers
Sick Muse Songs (BMI)