Your Lucky Day In Hell

Mama gripped onto the milkman’s hand
And then she finally gave birth
Years go by and 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
You 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 through walking by the chewed up dust and bones
This could be your lucky day in hell
You 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