Pearl Jam - Lukin

Lukin

Dri have down the street can not find the keys to my own fucking home.
I will take a walk so I could curse my ass for being dumb.
I will make a right, after the arches, stinking grease and bone.
Stopped at the supermarket people stare like Ima dog.
Imgoing to Lukins.
I have got a spot at Lukins.
I knocked the door at Lukins.
Open the fridge. Now I know life is worth.
I found 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 days works never done.
The last I heard that freak was purchasing a fucking gun.