The Three

Three grungy motherfuckers in an old, shitkicker honda barreling down the I-40 at 110 miles an hour....A train’s a-comin’....Somebody hit play, on comes the Cramps - ‘Sunglasses After Dark’.

Enter guitar feedback....
Boom Cha! Boom Cha! Boom Cha! Boom Cha! Boom Cha! Boom Cha! Boom Cha! Boom Cha!

I got somethin’ to say to you and you better listen’
I’m gonna tell ya how to be cool in one easy lesson - Go!

Boom Cha! Boom Cha! Boom Cha! Boom Cha!

Gotta catch up - Gotta catch that train.
Two big rigs ahead slide right, giant water bugs on a black river, splitting the land in half. At a certain speed all the cars stop, it’s just the land tearing out from under the chassis, wind blowing in an angry howl of the earth at this testament of man, this unholy creation...

It’s getting close.

boom cha. boom cha. boom cha. boom cha.

The Three wake up, hair starts to rise in tune with voices, who’s going to get there first, train or car, train or car!? Old fart wont get out of the way, they’re locked in, smoke vomiting out of the wagon in front. Slowly...Slowly...............slowly the camry at left slows down, the door is open, the three pull through.

We’re gonna make it....We’re gonna make it...We’re gonna make it...We’re makin’ it...We’re makin’ it...We made it! We made it! We Made It!

The Three pull through with the beam slamming down, the freight train coasts behind unperturbed, the old fart is trapped behind a sudden wall, and the old shitkicker honda pounds on, ever into the desert, Boom Cha! boom cha. boom...