Drive down the street can’t find my keys to my own fucking home.
I take a walk so I can 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 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 weird

I find the key, but I return to find an open door
Some fucking freak who claims I fathered by rape her love son
I find my wife, I call the cops, this day’s work never done
The last I heard the freak was purchasing a fucking gun.
Present Tense

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