Your Lucky Day In Hell - Eels

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