Lyrics

Chain smoking in a drainage ditch
Scars on his heart and weight on his chest
Butchers up a pill ‘cause his nerves are shot
Hits that glass pipe ‘till his brain shuts off
Pretty high cotton for Wichita John

Shipped him off to fight in the Middle East
Awful lot of things he wished he’d never seen
Wakes up in a sweat more often than not
So he gets high as a kite ‘till his brain shuts off
Higher than Hell, poor Wichita John

He’s gone away
Long gone
Gone to stay

Turned a kid into a killer in a rich man’s war
Nothing noble or honest to be fighting for
The world doesn’t need another protest song
What we oughtta do is take the rich man out
That’d be fine by Wichita John