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