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, oh

My body, my spirit aligning

In this, in this place called Slaughter Race

(Oh, oh, oh) In this place called Slaughter Race

(Oh, oh, oh)

What would you say if it turns out, oh, 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 spirit's climbing

As I'm called through this far off maze (Oh)

My body, my spirit aligning

In this, in this place called Slaughter Race

(Oh, oh, oh) In this, in this place called Slaughter Race

(Oh, oh, oh) Oh, yeah

I know I should go, but

I really don't want to yet

I really don't want to yet (Oh)

I know I should go, but

I really don't want to yet

I really don't want to yet (Oh)

(Oh, oh, oh)

No, I really don't want you yet

(Oh, oh, oh) Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

In this place called Slaughter Race

(Oh, oh, oh) Oh, yeah

In this place called Slaughter Race

(Oh, oh, oh) My body, my spirit aligning

In this place called Slaughter Race