Drive down the street
Cant 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 gotta spot at Lukin's
I knock 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 fuckin 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 that freak was purchasin a fuckin gun
Lyrics submitted by William.