Was that a metaphor for something more? What can it be that calls me to this place today? ‘Cause you know that I love these fallen wires
Dumpster fires, burning tires
Everything that I desire
Everything that I desire
Now I’m flying, my spirit’s climbing
As I’m called through this far off maze (Ooh-ah)
My body, my spirit aligning
In this, in this place called Slaughter Race
Slaughter race
I know I should go but
I really don’t want to yet
I really don’t want to yet
Yeah, I know I should go but
I really don’t want to yet
I really don’t want to yet
There’s nothing like Slaughter Race
Slaughter Race
It’s alright here in Slaughter Race
Alright here in Slaughter Race
Alright here in Slaughter Race
It’s alright here in Slaughter Race, yeah Would it be ok, here in this place? This lawless car ballet, what can it be? Now I’m flying, my spirit’s climbing
As I’m called through this far off maze (Ooh-ah)
My body, my spirit aligning
In this, in this place called Slaughter Race
Slaughter race
What would you say if it turns out, oh, that I stay? Am I a baby pigeon sprouting wings to soar?