drive down the street can't find my 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
