Primeval E G A C D E She's got the walk primeval She's got a wild desire And when she moves it's lethal She's Queen of the Devils Fire She's got a taste for pleasure She's got an urge to grind. More than a man can measure She'll drive you out of your mind She's got a way with money She's got a mind to scheme She'll take all you got honey Then fade like an awful dream So cool your blood my brother Don't throw away your shame Or you'll be just another Moth to the killing flame Refrain: Roll on sweet dream of mine Roll on to your grave Cause I aint got no time to bleed Upon your Lover's blade