Lukin' کے بول

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 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.