Mark Lanegan - Death Trip To Tulsa ('Mark Stewart's Exopolitix Demix') Lyrics

Lyrics Death Trip To Tulsa ('Mark Stewart's Exopolitix Demix') - Mark Lanegan



High, high, high
High, high, high
Away up in the sun
Waitin′ for you, doctor
Are you gonna come?
My, my, my
Rollin' in the sound
Thinkin′ '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
Waitin′ for you doctor
Are you gonna come?
Went down to the nation
Found a horror scene
Fell into the strangest
Lonely, lonely
Lonely, lonely dream



Writer(s): Alain Johannes, Mark Lanegan


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