Mark Lanegan Band - d**h trip to Tulsa lyrics

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. [Instrumental break] Hiiiii-high up in the air, Look what you made me You ain't never there d**h 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 [Instrumental break]