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| Eels Beautiful Freak 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 You 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 You 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 @manchild Every time you crave for me, I'm here And anything you hunger for, I'll share And I will be quietly standing by While slowly I am dying inside Hold me in your arms And let me be the one who can feel like I am a child in love Every time I talk to you, you're down Every time you need a laugh, I'm around When you forget I'm here, I'm not It isn't really me that you forgot Hold me in your arms And let me be the one who can feel like I am a child in love Whisper now, and tell me how You'll watch me and tell me somehow, I'm gonna be all right |
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