Lukin (Live)

Drive down the street can't find the keys to my own fucking home
I'll take a walk so I could curse my ass 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 fucking freak who claims I fathered, by rape, 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 fucking gun