Drive down the street can't find my keys to my own f**ing home I take a walk so I can curse my a** 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 f**ing 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 f**ing gun