Lletres: Pearl Jam. 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