Death Trip to Tulsa Songtext
von Mark Lanegan Band

I-I-I-I would been the son,
Waiting for your doctor
Are you gonna come?!
My my my rumour in the song,
Think about you baby
Are you gonna drown?!


Went down to the station
Find a horror scene,
Fell into the strangers,
Lonely lonely.
Lord made me a poor man,
Lord made me a thief
A thousand miles in midnight,
To shine beyond belief.
It′s my last trip to the corner,
Now how am I gonna breathe?
A child upon his waste land
With teeth of a disease.
Went down on the location
Find a horror scene,
Fell into the strangers,
Lonely lonely.

Hiiiii-high up in the air,
Look what you made me
You ain't never there
Death trip to Tulsa,
Know my supper son
Waiting for your doctor
Are you gonna come?!

Went down to the nation,
Find a horror scene,
Fell into the strangers,
Lonely lonely. Lonely lonely.
I-I-I-I would been the son,
Waiting in the sun
Would been the son
Would been the son