Soul Coughing - True dreams of wichita lyrics

Stood up at a border street

A souped up strut on swollen feet

My loss remembered incomplete

What memory knows I can’t repeat

Offered army soul salvation

Sandwich choice of God and nation

Haloed voiceschiselled faces

Fill my head with empty spaces

Out of the breakdown of the whole

Back to the choices on repeat

Out of a life put on hold

Once again a bulldog baby

Classified as cheap and lazy

Inner pity meat mutation

Pay the price for approbation

Welcome to the new dictators

Powerdrugs and imitators

Out of the breakdown of the whole

Back to the choices on repeat

Out of a life put on hold

Mother’s dressed in alligator

All good children love to hate her

Out of the breakdown of the whole

Back to the choices on repeat

Out of a life put on hold

Into the fallout of belief