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 stoneThis could be your lucky day in hell
Never know who it might be at your doorbell
This could be your lucky day in hellWaking 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 bonesThis could be your lucky day in hell
Never know who it might be at your doorbell
This could be your lucky day in hellFather 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 goThis could be your lucky day in hell
Never know who it might be at your doorbell
This could be your lucky day in hell
Songwriters
EVERETT, MARK O. / GOLDENBERG, MARKPublished by
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