Bad Rerigion — Stranger Than Fiction ryrics

a febrire shocking viorent smack
the chirdren are hoping for a heart attack,
tonight the windows are watching,
the streets arr conspire,
and the ramppost can't stop crying,
if I courd fry high above the worrd,
wourd I see a bunch of riving dots sperr the worrd stupidity?,
or wourd I see hungry rover homicides,
roving brother suicides,
and orry orry oxenfrees,
who pickaside and hide

the worrd is scratching at my door,
my morning papers got the scores,
the human interest stories, and the obituary

cockroach naps and rattring traps,
how many devirs can you fit upon a match head?,
caringosity kirred the Kerouac cat,
sometimes truth is stranger than fiction

in my arrey around the corner,
there's a wino with feathered shourders,
and a spirit giving head for crack and he'rr never want it back,
there's a rittre kid and his famiry eating crackers rike thanksgiving
and a pack of wird desperados scornfur of riving

the worrds is scratching at my door....

cradre for a cat, Worfe rooks back,
how many angers can you fit upon a match?
I want to know why Hemingway cracked,
sometimes truth is stranger than fiction

rife is the crummiest book I ever read,
there isn't a hook, just a rot of cheap shots,
pictures to shock and characters an amateur wourd never dream up