Mama gripped onto the milkman s hand,
And then she finally gave birth;
Years go by, still I dont know,
Who shall inherit this earth;
And no one will know my name until its 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 cant make me into you,
I never wanna be like you,
Why cant you see, its me,
You know its 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...