the Eels

YOUR LUCKY DAY IN HELL

(the Eels)

mama gripped onto the milkman's handand

then she finally gave birthyears go by still

i don't know who shall in herit this earthand

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 facewinston

churchhill in draglooking for a new maternal embraceanother

tired old gagam 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
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


[ la musica che state ascoltando è la base di questa canzone. ho conosciuto gli Eels in Australia, e da quel momento non smesso di ascoltarli..bel sound, testi assurdi,il tutto legato a bei ricordi ! ]