Lyrics

[Verse 1] Drive down the street, can't find the keys to my own fuckin' home I'll take a walk so I could curse my ass for bein' dumb I'll make a right, after the arches, stinking grease and bone Stopped at the supermarket, people stare like I'm a dog [Chorus] I'm goin' to Lukin's I've got a spot at Lukin's I knocked the door at Lukin's Open the fridge, now I know life is worth [Verse 2] I found the key, but I return to find an open door Some fuckin' freak who claims I fathered, by rape, her own son I find my wife, I call the cops, this days work's never done The last I heard that freak was purchasin' a fuckin' gun