lukin
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 raping my 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.