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 k**er 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 k**er with a hellbound soul She warms my body 'til he calls me home