Intro:
E5D5E5C5 (x4)
Verse:
E5D5E5C5
Drive down the street can't find the keys to my own fucking home
E5D5E5C5
I'll take a walk so I can curse my ass for being dumb
E5D5E5C5
I'll make a right after the arches, stinking grease and bone
E5D5E5C5
Stopped at the supermarket people stare like I'm a dog
E5
I'm going to Lukin's
D5
I've got a spot at Lukin's
C5
I knocked the door at Lukin's
C5D5
Open the fridge, now I know life is worth
E5D5E5C5 (x2)
Verse:
E5D5E5C5
I found the key but I return to find an open door
E5D5E5C5
Some fucking freak who claims I fathered by rape her own son
E5D5E5C5
I find my wife, I call the cops, this day's work's never done
E5D5E5C5
The last I heard that freak was purchasing a fucking gun
E5
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