There are 4 demons in my trunk

(Tom Waits - Singapore)

I have a car made in blood-red
It takes me to the journey's end

As I am the kind devil driving

Get in my people, take a ride

Get taken in without a fight
Smell the soft scent of burned fuel
Sit down, that here is a rule

Now take of that coat belle
It's hot like Hell

Don't fall asleep while you're in here

Cross your heart and hope to die

When you hear the students cry

Let marrow bone and cleaver choose

While making feet for student shoes

Through the allay Back from Hell

When you hear that steeple bell

You must say goodbye to me

Wipe me down with gasoline

Till my arms are hard and mean

From now on girls this machine's your home

So run away girls

Don't fall asleep while you're in here

Take your clothes from the floor

Wash your mouth out by the door

The whole town is made of oral lore

Every witness turns to steam

They all become moral dreams

Fill your pockets up with earth

Get yourself a Euro's worth

Away girls, away, girls, grieve away

The captain is professor of tenure

She claims her thoughts so cocksure

In the land of her mind, the driver isn't me

neither here, she is free

I have a car made in blood-red
It takes me to the journey's end

As I am the kind devil driving

Get in my people, take a ride

Get taken in without a fight
Smell the soft scent of burned fuel
Sit down, that here is a rule

Now take of that coat belle
It's hot like Hell

(little hint, I isn't a Roman numeral)