Poughkeepsie, NY - Strata

I met the Devil in Poughkeepsie, New York

He took a seat right beside me at the end of the bar

He said I looked familiar, had we met sometime before?

Yeah, I drank with the Devil in Poughkeepsie, New York

And I confessed I hadn’t prayed to God since nineteen-eighty-eight

He said, «oh kid, you should try again you know, before it’s too late.»

I asked him where my soul would go if I just dropped dead today

He smiled and said

«Oh, you’ve got some good friends waiting for you at the gates.»

Hallelujah!

O', Hallelujah!

He said

«Just say the word and I’ll give you fame and fancy whores

Or would you rather die a simple man, just honest and poor?»

I said

«Well now I know who my real friends are and I can’t ask for much more.»

I thanked the Devil for my drinks and made my way for the door

Hallelujah!

O', Hallelujah