I pulled into Memphis, I could not slow down

My brakes were gone, I wrecked the car...fire on
the ground

Then my car exploded and the flames licked my
chin

And my life flashed before my eyes like an
X-rated film

Like a poison arrow my soul shot through the sky

Landed there at heaven's gate, much to my
surprise

And an angel with a halo walked up and said, Hey,
dude!

Welcome to Heaven...we've got this glass of milk
for you.

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I said, Hey St. Peter, won't you open up your
gate...

I hear the Devil calling, now please don't make
me late.

He's got loud guitars, alcohol, cheap Jamaican
whores...

I don't want to stay in Heaven no more.

Well, Satan came a-running, said, Hey, that boy
is mine!

He had a John Hiatt T-Shirt and trouble in his
eye

Then the Devil on Cloud 7 and St. Peter on Cloud
4

Played a hand of poker, and the winner gets my
soul

Chorus

Well the last thing I remember, Satan held two
Jacks

And I woke up in the back of a Memphis ambulance

And I do not know for certain which cards St.
Peter held

So I'm breaking all ten commandments to make sure
I go to Hell

Chorus