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 gone to Lukin`s... I gotta spot at Lukin`s
Unlock the door at Lukin`s. . . open the fridge
Now I know life`s 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.