Lukin

Drive down the street, can't find the keys to my own fuckin home
I take a walk so I can curse my ass for being dumb
I make a right I pass the arches stinkin' grease and bone
Stop at the supermarket, people stare like I'm a dog
I'm going to Lukin's
I got a spot at Lukin's
I knock the door at Lukin's
Open the fridge, now I know what life is worth
I found my keys but I return to find an open door
Some fuckin' freak who claims I fathered my rape her one son
I found phoned my wife, I called the cops this day is never done
But last I heard that freak was purchasing a fuckin gun