Would never dream up
Would I see a bunch of living dots spell the word stupidity
The streets all conspire
There's a wino with feathered shoulders
Pictures to shock and characters an amateur
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction
In my alley around the corner
And the obituary, oh yeah
My morning paper has the scores
The world is scratching at my door
The human interest stories
Caringosity killed the Kerouac cat
Loving brother suicides and Ally Ally Oxenfrees
And the obituary, oh yeah
How many devils can you fit upon a match head?
I want to know why Hemingway cracked
How many angels can you fit upon a match?
Cradle for a cat, Wolfe looks back
Life is the crummiest book I ever read
And the lamppost can't stop crying
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction
There isn't a hook, just a lot of cheap shots
My morning paper's got the scores
The world is scratching at my door
Cockroach naps, rattling traps
There's a little kid and his family eating crackers like thanksgiving
The human interest stories
Tonight the windows are watching
And a pack of wild desperadoes scornful of living
Who pick a side and hide?
If I could fly high above the world
And a spirit giving head for crack and he'll never want it back
Or would I see hungry lover homicides
