HELL THROUGH A WINDSHIELD

We are drive-in mutants.

We are not like other people.

We are sick.

We are disgusting.

We believe in blood.

In breasts.

And in beasts.

We believe in Kung Fu City.

If life had a vomit meter.

We'd be off the scale.

As long as one single drive-in remains On the planet Earth.

We will party like jungle animals.

We will boogie till we puke.

Heads will roll.

The drive-in will never die.

Amen.