The Prelude:
Can we all be Angels or Devils? Can we be all Angel or All Devil? Can what we don't do be as evil as the evil we do? Are we
capable of being foolish enough to think that God will make an exception in our case? Is our belief that we have truly been
good, good enough? Or is it all just a bunch of religious nonsense?
The Ride:
Saw an Angel die tonight
On the street in front of me
She was that pretty young one
I've been trying hard to see
But I didn't try to slow down
Or try to render aid
For I am on a long ride
My journey must be made
Saw a demon turn to dust
On a mission for that fool
To try to break my contract
Make me part of Satan's pool
That was a job he couldn't do
He heard the Banshee's wail
And now I know what Robert meant
'bout Hell Hounds on his trail
I don't have too much time
So open up your gate
Hurry up Saint Peter
I swear I won't be late
Come on Saint Pete my friend
And get the job all done
Because tonight I'm making
My final midnight run
Saw some little lover
With just too little street
Around me she would hover
In hopes our souls would meet
I couldn't stop to hold her
Or tell her of my plan
Or that I'm on my very last
Mission for the man
Saw street sign apparitions
Rising from the gloom
Driving on this misty night
Driving to my doom
What beasts are these that follow
Are they truly Satan's dog
I see their shape on every curve
While driving through this fog
I don't have too much time
So open up your gate
Hurry up Saint Peter
I swear I won't be late
Come on Saint Pete my friend
And get the job all done
Because tonight I know I'll make
My final midnight run
Saw a pretty movie star
A calling out in need
No time have I to save her
Have to maintain my speed
I didn't want this mission
Death's package by my side
I wanted just to stay at home
And never make this ride
Now the speedo's hit one twenty
Got the city's glow in sight
One more curve I have to make
And I'll be done tonight
The road is steeped in darkness
I can't see through the gloom
It's looking like this last curve
Will take me to my doom
I don't have too much time
So open up your gate
Hurry up Saint Peter
I swear I won't be late
Come on Saint Pete my friend
And get the job all done
Because tonight I'll try to make
My final midnight run
I hope that God will take me
Away from that hell's hole
I've tried to be a good man
I never hurt a soul
As I fly off that dark curve
And in darkness I do drop
Please give my car some angel wings
So I don't have to stop
I'll soar right up to meet you
I won't make you wait
But right on time I'll drive on through
Heavens Pearly Gate
Ol' Legba he will have to
Find another for his chores
Our contract won't be valid
On Heavens golden shores
I don't have too much time
So open up your gate
Hurry up Saint Peter
I swear I won't be late
Come on please Saint Pete my friend
And say the job is done
Because tonight I just made
My final midnight run
The Postscript:
Did his car get it's wings? Did he? Can we ever know? Tonight I'll drive to the crossroads at midnight and call Legba's name 3
times. When he comes, I'll ask him, and let you know.

