Lucky Day In Hell by The Eels
Mamma gripped on to the milk man's
hand
And then she finally gave birth
Years go by still don't know
Who shall inherit this Earth
And no-one will know my name until it's on a stone
Woah woah woah
This could be your lucky day in
hell
Never know who it might be
at your doorbell
This could be your lucky day in hell
In hell
Waking up with an ugly face
Winston Churchill in drag
Looking for a new maternal embrace
Another tired old gag
Am I just a walking bag of chewed up dust and bones?
Woah woah woah
This could be your lucky day in
hell
Never know who it might be
at your doorbell
this could be your lucky day in hell
In hell
Father Teresa you can't make me into you
I never want to be like you
Why can't you see
It's me
You know it's time to let me go
This could be your lucky day in
hell
Never know who it might be
at your doorbell
this could be your lucky day in hell
In hell
This could be your lucky day in
hell
Never know who it might be
At your doorbell
In hell
This could be your lucky day in hell
In hell
In hell