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