Angel Wings On My Wheels

     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.