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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stone Gossard
Stone Gossard
Guitar
Eddie Vedder
Eddie Vedder
Vocals
Mike McCready
Mike McCready
Guitar
Jack Irons
Jack Irons
Drums
Jeff Ament
Jeff Ament
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eddie Vedder
Eddie Vedder
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pearl Jam
Pearl Jam
Producer
Brendan O'Brien
Brendan O'Brien
Producer
Matt Bayles
Matt Bayles
Assistant Engineer
Jeff Lane
Jeff Lane
Assistant Engineer
Caram Costanzo
Caram Costanzo
Assistant Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Nick DiDia
Nick DiDia
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Drive down the street, can't find the keys to my own fucking home
I take a walk, so I can curse my ass for being dumb
I make a right after the arches, stinking grease and bone
Stop at the supermarket, people stare like I'm a dog
[Verse 2]
I'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 worth
[Verse 3]
I find 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 day's work's never done
The last I heard the freak was purchasing a fucking gun
Written by: Eddie Vedder
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