Lukin

Album: No Code (1996)
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  • Drive down the street, can't find the keys to my own fuckin' home
    I'll take a walk so I could curse my ass for bein' dumb
    I'll make a right, after the arches, stinking grease and bone
    Stopped at the supermarket, people stare like I'm a dog

    I'm goin' to Lukin's
    I got a spot at Lukin's
    I knocked the door at Lukin's
    Open the fridge, now I know life is worth

    I found the key, but I return to find an open door
    Some fuckin' freak who claims I fathered, by rape, her own son
    I find my wife, I call the cops, this days work's never done
    The last I heard that freak was purchasin' a fuckin' gun Writer/s: Eddie Jerome Vedder
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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  • Cenk Buker from IstanbulDog May be a not "Call Me A Dog", but a Lostdog? Hard indeed.
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