Pearl Jam - Lukin

^E5Drive down the s^D5treet can't find the ^E5keys to my own ^C5fucking home ^E5I'll take a ^D5walk so I can ^E5curse my ass for ^C5being dumb ^E5I'll make a ^D5right after the ^E5arches, stinking ^C5grease and bone ^E5Stopped at the ^D5supermarket ^E5people stare like ^C5I'm a dog

^E5I'm going to Lukin's ^D5I've got a spot at Lukin's ^C5I knocked the door at Lukin's ^C5Open the fridge, ^D5now I know life is worth

^E5I found the ^D5key but I re^E5turn to find an ^C5open door ^E5Some fucking ^D5freak who claims I ^E5fathered by rape ^C5her own son ^E5I find my ^D5wife, I call the ^E5cops, this day's work's ^C5never done ^E5The last I ^D5heard that freak was ^E5purchasing a ^C5fucking gun E5