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, Oh, 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 a new maternal embrace, Another tired old gag. Am I just a walking bag of chewed-up dust and bones? Oh, 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.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
