Lukin

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