Testo Well-dressed

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
It's 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
Walking
I don't wanna go back, no no