Strata - Poughkeepsie, NY lyrics

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 1988 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 who*es, "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!