Slot Cars With the Devil
A Childhood Nightmare…snap your fingers if you feel your inner Beatnik surfacing.
I went to Miller & Rhoads department store
And the elevator only went down and down,
Down to hell
Hell-where I played slot cars with the Devil.
His car was red
My car was blue
Round and round the tiny plastic track for all eternity.
Surrounded by the screams of tortured souls,
All neck-deep in burning coals,
I played slot cars with the Devil.