Lukin
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 fucking freak who claims i fathered by raping my 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 fucking gun
@ Pearl Jam