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 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