Bad Religion is an American punk rock band that formed in Los Angeles, California in 1980 and are therefore celebrating 40 years as a band this year. Their lyrics cover topics related to religion, politics, and science. Musically, they are noted for their melodic sensibilities and extensive use of three-part vocal harmonies. With around 17 albums under their belt, it is always a challenge to share just one song.
I am going with the title track from their 1994 release, Stranger Than Fiction. This sums them up for me with a great guitar line and fantastic lyrics. A band that have consistently delivered and a song that always gets added to a playlist for me.
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
My morning paper's 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 desperadoes scornful of living
The world is scratching at my door
My morning paper has 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
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