Drive down the street can't find the key to my own fucking home I take a walk so I could 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 gone to lukin's I got a spot at lukin's I knock the door at lukins Open the fridge Now I know life's worth
I find the key but I return to find an open door Some ? ? ? ? ? ? I find my wife I call the cops This day's work's never done The last I heard the lukin was purchasing a fucking gun
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