Death Trip To Tulsa Mark Lanegan

[Chorus 1]
High, way up in the sun
Waiting for you, doctor
Are you gonna come?
My, my, my, rolling in the sound
Think about you, baby
Are you gonna drown?

[Bridge 1]
Went up to the station, found a horror scene
Fell into the strangest lonely, lonely dream

[Verse 1]
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 this wasteland
The teeth of the disease

[Bridge 2]
Went out on location, found a horror scene
Fell into the strangest lonely, lonely dream