[Intro – Film Projector / AM Radio Crackle] [projector rattles, warped surf-rock record playing somewhere distant] [1950s Announcer] "Ladies and gentlemen, please remain inside your automobiles..." [static] "Something has entered the theater." [Female Whisper] Oh, baby... Something sure did. [engine rev → guitar SLAMS in] [Verse 1 – Female Lead] Red-line lipstick, cemetery grin, Kick that door—let the bad thing in. Cherry-black boots on the dashboard glass, Got a midnight motor and a heart full of gas. Drive-in screen got a dead man's glow, Creature-feature playing twenty feet below. Cheap-seat sinners getting baptized loud, While I shake my hips for the midnight crowd. [Distorted Backing Voice] Shake it—shake it— [Lead] Yeah, I know what you came to see. [Pre-Chorus] Roll that window... Lock that door... There's something scratching Underneath the floor. One... Two... Three... [Whisper] Come die with me. [Chorus – Huge Stomping Groove] DEAD GIRL DRIVE-IN! Baby, let the nightmare begin! Chrome-wheel sinner with a monster grin— COME ON! COME ON! Let the dead girl in! DEAD GIRL DRIVE-IN! Shake that hearse till the walls cave in! Hot-wire heaven with a horror-show spin— Everybody wants... THE DEAD GIRL IN! [Post-Chorus – Gang Chant] DEAD! (Girl!) GIRL! (Drive-in!) DEAD! GIRL! DRIVE-IN! [guitar scrape] [Verse 2] Black-cat motor underneath my hood, Runs real dirty like a nightmare should. Silver-screen devil in a leopard coat, Got a switchblade laugh crawling up your throat. Skeleton dancing by the concession stand, Popcorn preacher with a blood-red hand. Moonshine monsters in the parking row— Don't kill the headlights... I like 'em low. [Spoken Break – Female / Telephone Filter] [film reel slows] You know what I love about horror movies? The screaming? [soft laugh] No... That little moment right before... When everybody knows something terrible is about to happen... [whisper] ...and nobody leaves. [Breakdown – Crushing Half-Time Riff] KICK! That motor! BURN! That tire! DIG! That rhythm! FEED! That fire! [Gang Vocals] HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! [Lead] Put some gasoline— IN THE CHOIR! [massive guitar bend] [Bridge – Old Horror Broadcast] [Announcer] "Authorities are requesting that citizens avoid the old Starlight Drive-In..." [static interruption] "Reports describe a woman walking between the automobiles..." [signal distortion] "Do not approach her." [Female Voice, suddenly clear] Too late. [Final Chorus] DEAD GIRL DRIVE-IN! Baby, let the nightmare begin! Blacktop queen with the radio grin— COME ON! COME ON! Let the dead girl in! DEAD GIRL DRIVE-IN! Raise some hell underneath your skin! Grind that guitar— Make the whole world spin! Everybody wants... Everybody needs... Everybody screams— LET THE DEAD GIRL IN! [Outro – Projector Burning Out] [music abruptly drops to vinyl crackle] [Announcer] "We apologize for the interruption..." "The feature presentation will resume shortly." [long pause] [Female Whisper] There ain't nobody left to watch it. [soft laughter] [film begins flapping loose through projector] CLICK. [silence] [Distant distorted voice] Dead... girl... drive-in...
