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?

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

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