Roland Dixon - Wichita Lyrics

A stench in the air is hard to smell when you're living in it
And the truth will set you free like an atom bomb
Everybody knows it's in the lies that we find shelter
Honor's just an excuse for never trying too hard
Oh, so split it three ways and put the check in the mailbox
If all goes well we'll be hitting Wichita by morning
I heard there was a picket line and a sign that says one day
You are gonna die with regrets
Search the road signs and the truck stops for Samuel Clemens
Pick up your five hundred dollars for the road
And if the only thing you take from this is a dime store leather jacket
Then I guess at least you won't get cold
Cover your head with your hands
And make sure they don't see you
Cover your mouth, don't you dare let on you know
Cover your braces cause they may reveal you
Cover your footprints so they can't follow us home
Oh, so split it three ways and put the check in the mailbox
If all goes well we'll be hitting Wichita by morning
I heard there was a picket line and a sign that says one day
You are gonna die with regrets
Everybody talking, they're saying it couldn't have gone better
Everybody praying, I guess they feel the same
They might even lend you a little stationary to write a letter
And they might even let you hang on to it for posterity
Yeah, would you like to hang on to it for posterity
Yeah, would you like to hang on to it for posterity