In This Place

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