One Day in Hell - Blake Neely & Nashville Recording Orchestra

Mama grapped 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, 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? 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 there is I, 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

Forgive me for asking the question Why life works the way that it do With tears we will cry and ask questions why You had to go so soon Some things we don't understand Some things we just can't understand While your eyes remain closed, somehow we know You'll be safe in Wonderland Maybe this wasn't the plan Now you're in wonderland You can make a plane fly or paint a sunrise To sleep is a chance to dream To sleep is a chance to dream Your hair would me blonde like your mama's And your eyes would be blue like your dads As time passes by, we ask questions why You had to go home this way Every time I see a rainbow Or a butterfly chancing the wind I know its a sign, you're doing just fine And one day we'll meet again Maybe this wasn't the plan Now you're in Wonderland You can make a plane fly or paint a sunrise To sleep is a chance to dream Sleep little baby, goodnight Sleep little darling, goodnight You have all of our love, with the angels above I promise that you'll be alright Maybe god need an angel? Or maybe he needed a friend? Ten fingers, ten toes, born with eyes closed We'll get to hold your hand One day in Wonderland We'll get to hold your hand One day in Wonderland