Lee aims a gun at Johnny's head
Says you might as well be dead, dead, dead
Your blood on the floor
Your footsteps still warm
With a racing heart he walks away
And he begins to pray, pray, pray
That no one will know
He won’t let it show
Evil simple as a rose
Evil by any other name
Evil simple as a rose
A woman passes and he smiles
And he follows her for miles and miles
Little does she know
What her future holds
Evil was written by Ana Egge.
Evil was produced by Steve Earle.