Past exit nine on the interstatenthere's a little joint called the Pearly Gates;nA roadside inn for the down-and-outnwhere raising Hell is what they deem devout.nnI made my way across the room,nfelt the heavy weight of impending doom.nWalked upon the red hot coalsnto test my faith and save my soul.nnI'm trying to get to Heaven in a Cadillac.nMy chariot's a big ol' Coupe De Ville.nWhen the road you choose leads you to Hell and back,nif you don't take the wheel, the devil will.nnThere at the bar to send me back to schoolnwas a dirty blonde playing dirty pool.nShe gave me a wink, fed me a line,npoured me a drink of blood-red wine.nnI'm trying to get to Heaven in a Cadillac.nFuzzy dice and El Dorado fins.nShe said, Can I offer you an aphrodisiac?nI said, Girl, you don't know where this boy has been.nnIn the back of the room sat a bearded mannwith a fat cigar and a sleight of hand.nHe waved his cane and flashed his eyesnin a last attempt to hypnotize.nnI'm trying to get to Heaven in a Cadillac.nTop down and the wind through my hair.nHe said, Boy, I get the feeling you'll be coming back.nI said, Not if there's an answer to my prayers.nnI'm trying to get to Heaven in a Cadillac.nI'm trying to get to Heaven in a Cadillac.nnIf you don't take the wheel, the devil will.