Death Trip To Tulsa
MARK LANEGAN · Phantom Radio 2014 · Track 02 of 10
High, high, high Away up in the sun, Waiting for you doctor Are you gonna come? My, my, my Rolling in the sound Thinking 'bout you baby Are you gonna drown?
Went up to the station Found a horror scene Fell into the strangest Lonely, lonely dream
The lord made me a poor man The lord made me a thief A thousand miles of midnight To shine beyond belief It's my last trip to the corner Now how am I gonna breathe? A child upon his wasteland The teeth of the disease
Went out on location Found a horror scene Fell into the strangest Lonely, lonely dream
High, high, high Away up in the air I look for you baby But you ain't never there Death trip to Tulsa You know I might suffer some Waiting for you doctor Are you gonna come?
Went down to the nation Found a horror scene Fell into the strangest Lonely, lonely dream Lonely, lonely
High, high, high Away up in the sun Away up in the sun Away up in the sun Away up in the sun