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