Eels - Your Lucky Day In Hell [Дельфин - Война] | Текст песни

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• Your Lucky Day In Hell [Дельфин - Война]

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 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 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
Never know who it might be at your doorbell
This could be your lucky day . . .in hell
In hell . . .