Stranger Than Fiction

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