In This Place

What can it be that calls me to this place today?
This lawless car ballet, what can it be? (Ooh)
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 fog of mace (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 fog of mace (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, oh
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 only here in Slaughter Race, yeah
Only here in Slaughter Race, eh
Only here in Slaughter Race, oh
It’s only here in Slaughter Race, oh
Yeah