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      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 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 door bell... in hell   This could be your lucky day... in hell... in hell... in hell... in hell...