Couldn’t say exactly where I was

But upon a mighty throne the Devil was sitting

I had a hunch that this was Hell

Weather permitting
 

His voice felt like the Earth shattering

In my veins I felt the needles and pins

He had asked me the question

So I counted my sins

By the time I lost count

The Devil rose and approached me with menace

We stood glaring toe-to-toe

I believe I lost my balance

At that point I wanted to believe

In what the Sunday songs had sung

But I couldn’t lie to myself even now

Whether I be right or wrong

He realised the unique predicament

A stamped a cloven hoof

I think I got away with it

But first I needed proof

I turned and ran with all swiftness

About as much as I could muster

And with his breath on my neck

This adventure had lost its lustre
 

I believe he may have given up

When I felt the sun upon my face

I guess he can grasp and hold on

But he’s not good in a chase

Lying breathless upon the good Earth

I could only thank my lucky stars

That my lack of superstition

Helped me escape from that farce

I know when I lie down for good

I will remain asleep and at peace

To return from whence I came

And all the little bugs may feast