Lukin lyrics

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.