Well dressed but walking in the wrong direction
Louisiana, my disordered road always led straight back into you
Ha-ha-ha goes the train I wanted to leave but here I am again
Louisiana, I don't remember, I don't remember ever shaking hands with you know who
When I was alive I, lived despite the law, now the law has buried me many, many times
Its built a freeway all around my bed I saw it once open its great mouth wide
But it was so full of afflicted houses and buildings, I can't remember what it was saying
Well dressed well, some of us are that is, the ones who know how that is
Some of us are that is, the ones who know how that is, that is, that is, that is
I read about you and came home to find my mother staring deep into the dark, dark web
She started begging me not to give my social security number to anybody else
There goes the sound of the freeway
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha goes the train
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha goes the train
Well dressed but walking home, walking home
I don't wanna go back, go back
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