Lukin

Drive down the street can't find

The keys to my own f**king home

I'll take a walk so

I could curse my a*s 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 f**king freak who claims I fathered

By R**e 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 f**king gun