Mark Lanegan - Death Trip To Tulsa [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus 1]
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?

[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 his wasteland
The teeth of the disease

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

[Chorus 2]
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?

[Bridge 3]
Went down to the nation
Found a horror scene
Fell into the strangest
Lonely, lonely dream
Lonely, lonely

[Outro]
High, high, high
Away up in the sun
Away up in the sun
Away up in the sun
Away up in the sun