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)
 I read about you and came home to find my mother
 Staring deep into the dark, dark web
 She's 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 in, walking in
 I don't wanna go back, go back
 Do do dodo dodo
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 Do dodo dodoo
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 Do dodo dodoo
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 Do dodo dodoo
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 Do dodo dodoo