Текст песни Eels - Lucky Day In Hell

Текст:

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 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 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 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 . . .

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