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