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Drive down the street, can't find the keys to my own fucking home |
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I take a walk, so I can curse my ass for being dumb |
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I make a right after the arches, stinking grease and bone |
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Stop at the supermarket, people stare like I'm a dog |
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I'm goin' to Lukin's... |
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I got a spot at Lukin's... |
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I knock the door at Lukin's... |
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Open the fridge, now I know life is worth |
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I find the key, but I return to find an open door |
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Some fucking freak who claims I fathered, by rape, her own son |
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I find my wife, I call the cops, this day's work's never done |
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The last I heard the freak was purchasing a fucking gun |
