What can it be that calls me to this place today? This lawless car ballet, what can it be? Am I a baby pigeon sprouting wings to soar? Was that a metaphor for something more? 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? Would it be ok, here in this place? '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