Good evening welcome to the show Sit, relax do what you are told And know that you're about to be blown apart (I mean, blown away) I must insist that you sit still Because live and in person you'll see Zombies, aliens, monsters and the CIA
Come inside Because now you will be free from Your God given right Strapped in so tight At the Grindhouse ride What do you think? It's just make up? It's real life You still have the right to die
So there you sit oh so comfortable You feel that your about to take your last breath I realize that you are writhing in pain But youve got to admit that youve been entertained
