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 a stone 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 new maternal embrace Another tired old gag Am I just a walking bag of chewed up dust and bones? 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 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
