Your Lucky Day In Hell

Mama gripped 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 the 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 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 door bell... in hell

This could be your lucky day... in hell... in hell... in hell... in hell...