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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 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 worthI find the key, but I return to find an open doorSome fucking freak who claims I fathered, by rape, her own sonI find my wife, I call the cops, this day's work's never doneThe last I heard the freak was purchasing a fucking gun
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