| 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 |