Drive down the street can't find the keys to my own fucking home.

I'll take a walk so I could curse my ass for being dumb.

I'll make a right, after the arches, stinking grease and bone.

Stopped at the supermarket people stare like I'm a dog.



I'm going to Lukin's.

I've got a spot at Lukin's.

I knocked the door at Lukin's.

Open the fridge. Now I know life is worth.



I found 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 days work's never done.

The last I heard that freak was purchasing a fucking gun.