Drive down the street, can't find the keys to my own fucking home I take a walk, so I can curse my ass for being dumb I make a right after the arches, stinking grease and bone Stop at the supermarket, people stare like I'm a dog
I'm goin' to Lukin's... I got a spot at Lukin's... I knock the door at Lukin's... Open the fridge, now I know life is worth
I find the key, but I return to find an open door Some fucking freak who claims I fathered, by rape, her own son I find my wife, I call the cops, this day's work's never done The last I heard the freak was purchasing a fucking gun