Lyrics
A febrile shock-ing 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 world stupidity?
Or would I see hungry lover homicides
Loving brother suicides
And olly olly oxenfrees who pickaside and hide?
(Ahh...ahh...ahhh)
The world is scratching at my door
(Ahh...ahh...ahhh)
My morning papers got the scores
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 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
(Ahh...ahh...ahhh)
The world is scratching at my door
(Ahh...ahh...ahhh)
My morning papers got the scores
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 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
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction
