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