Your Lucky Day In Hell Lyrics

Mama grapped onto the milkman's hand And then she finally gave birth Years go by still I don't know Who shall inherit this earth
And no one will know my name until it's on a stone
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?
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 Theresa you can't make me into you I never wanna 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, 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, in hell