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 noTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
