Big John Bates - Pure Evil Lyrics

hotrod car, blood, sweat and grease
'59 is the year of the beast
danger little girl, can't you read
it says pure evil baby that means me
highway killer blurring black and flames
and I'm the only one left to take the blame

the road was twisted as a psychopath
heat as brutal as a shotgun blast
sudden terror, switchblade sting
no sound but the rustle of a raven's wing
black air heavy on the tainted ground
the Impala idled as the blood ran down

interrogation shot me down in flames
but no bodies, no proof - I walked away
no one gets away from the devil's ride
burnin' like a fever from the fire inside
highway killer with a hellbound soul
she warms my body
'til he calls me home