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 spirits climbing
As I'm called through this fog of mace (Ooh-ahh)
My body, my spirit aligning in this
In this place called Slaughter Race
Slaughter Race

What would you say if it turns out that I stay?
Would it be okay? Here in this place?
'Cause you know that I love these
Falling wires
Dumpster fires
Burning tires
Everything that I desire
Everything that I desire

Now I'm, flying, my spirits climbing
As I'm called through this fog of mace (Ooh-ahh)
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
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, hey
Only here in Slaughter Race
It's only here in Slaughter Race, yeah