Testo Lukin

Drive down the street can't find the keys to my own fucking homeI take a walk so I can curse my ass for being dumbI make a right after the arches. . . stinking grease and boneStop at the supermarket. . . people stare like I'm a dogI'm gone to Lukin's... I gotta spot at Lukin'sUnlock the door at Lukin's. . . open the fridgeNow I know life's worthI find the key but I return to find an open doorSome fucking freak who claims I fathered by raping my sonI 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.