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 worth
I find 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 day's work's never done The last i heard the freak was purchasing a fucking gunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
