Stranger Than Fiction
Bad Religion Lyrics


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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 lampost can't stop crying
If I could fly high above the world
Would I see a bunch of little dots spell the word stupidity?
Or would I just see hungry lover homicides
Loving brother suicides
And olly olly oxenfrees, who pick a side and hide

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

Oh yeah, cockroach naps and 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
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
My morning papers got the scores
The human interest stories, and the obituary

Oh yea, cradle for a cat, Woolf looks back,
How many angels can you fit upon a match?
I want to know why Hemmingway 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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Bad Religion's "Stranger Than Fiction" paint a grim picture of the state of the world. The first verse describes a sense of foreboding and chaos, with the violent imagery of a "febrile shocking violent smack" and the suggestion that children are hoping for a heart attack. The second verse takes a more existential turn with the singer wondering if flying above the world would reveal a sea of "little dots" spelling out "stupidity" or the tragic consequences of violence and despair as described in "loving brother suicides" and "hungry lover homicides."


The third verse brings the tragedy closer to home with the image of a "wino with feathered shoulders" exchanging sex acts for drugs and a family forced to eat crackers in the absence of a proper meal. Yet, even amid such scenes of desperation, there are still those "scornful of living" and unwilling to accept their lot in life. The chorus repeats the idea that "sometimes truth is stranger than fiction," suggesting that the reality of the world is often more shocking and unpredictable than anything one can imagine.


Overall, "Stranger Than Fiction" is a bleak but powerful commentary on the state of society, one that refuses to look away from the harsh realities of poverty, violence, and despair. The song is a call to action for listeners to confront these issues and work towards creating a more just and equitable world for all.


Line by Line Meaning

A febrile shocking violent smack
The world is in chaos and turmoil filled with aggression and violence.


And the children are hoping for a heart attack
Even the younger generation seeks an exit from this cruel world.


Tonight the windows are watching
This dark and dangerous world is unforgiving and unfriendly.


The streets all conspire
The world seems like a huge conspiracy against the individual.


And the lampost can't stop crying
The world seems to be engulfed by sadness and despair.


If I could fly high above the world
If one could detach and look at the world from an objective perspective.


Would I see a bunch of little dots spell the word stupidity?
Would the world appear as foolish and unenlightened as its actions and decisions suggest?


Or would I just see hungry lover homicides
A world filled with violence and hatred.


Loving brother suicides
Even family relationships are not devoid of self-destructive tendencies.


And olly olly oxenfrees, who pick a side and hide
People trying to fit in with the societal norms while avoiding conflicts.


The world is scratching at my door
The harsh realities of the world have seized one's mind.


My morning papers got the scores
News and media report the terrible happenings of the world every day.


The human interest stories, and the obituary
News reports consist of both everyday human dilemmas and painful losses.


Oh yeah, cockroach naps and rattling traps
Feeling trapped and disgusted by the infestation of turmoil in the world.


How many devils can you fit upon a match head?
The lowness and depravity of some aspects of the world are unfathomable.


Caringosity killed the kerouac cat
Excessive enthusiasm or concern can have deadly repercussions.


Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction
Life is stranger than any story a writer could tell.


In my alley around the corner
In a localized space, where everyday people go about their lives.


There's a wino with feathered shoulders
A person who has fallen on hard times, probably struggling with his addiction.


And a spirit giving head for crack
The bleak and shamless existence of people to appease their addiction.


He'll never want it back
A person addicted to drugs may feel the effects of the drug more pleasurable than the consequences of their actions.


There's a little kid and his family eating crackers like thanksgiving
The universal human impulse of trying to enjoy the good times, no matter how little we have.


And a pack of wild desperadoes scornful of living
The people who have lost all hope and can't find any meaning in life.


Cradle for a cat, Woolf looks back
Reflecting back on the classic texts which have the wisdom to prescribe solutions to current hardships.


How many angels can you fit upon a match?
Wonders that the world has the potential for so much good, yet negates it.


I want to know why Hemmingway cracked
Questioning the morality of a life portrayed by someone who seemed to have everything.


Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction
Life is sometimes more absurd than any work of fiction.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: BRETT GUREWITZ

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Jessica Skaff

The harmonies in Tiny Voices always fucking slay me.

Super Unknown

@PeteyC_ AZ rancids best is lets go in my opinion and pennywise unknown road and about time

PeteyC_ AZ

I just got done singing that on my way hone from work. I absolutely love this album. I was 13 when it came out and I can't find many of these mid 90s punk bands that stand the test of time. Rancid is another one

Laserbeak

Better of dead is best to me

Ignacio F.

@flohamster76 the end is amazing like a church choir

flohamster76

word

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Darknut Gaming

This album taught me more about real life than anything else or anyone ever could. It's both satisfying and terrifying it all could be summed up like this...I'm 39 and I still feel like I hear every song for the first time-a bit differently

Super Unknown

Yeah man i grew up on pennywise bad religion face to face all the big punk bands of the 90s im 42 gotta say i wasnt a huge fan of the album when it came out got tapped into grey race more but coming back too this album now and over the past few months its definitely gotta a different sound too it now then it did back then if that makes sense

Diogo Tabuada

Same here. Punk-rock music is my "valium".

J Sss

@Felonious Monk 99

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