Performed by: Eels (Pictured)
Produced by: E
Co-produced by: Mark Goldenberg
Mixed by: Michael Simpson
Written by: E/MarkGoldenberg
Published: 1996 Almo Music Corp. ans Sexy Grandpa Music (ASCAP)/Longitude Music Co. and Faux Music (BMI)(All rights admin. by Almo Music Corp. on behalf of Sexy Grandpa Music for the world)
Courtesy of Dreamworks Records, under License from Universal Music Special Markets.
You Lucky Day in Hell-
Mamma griped on to 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 untill it's on a stone.
Woahooa
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.
Woahooa
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.
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