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 (Oooh) My body, my spirit aligning In this, in this place called Slaughter Race Oooh Oooh Oooh In this place called Slaughter Race Oooh Oooh Oooh 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 (Oooh) My body, my spirit aligning In this, in this place called Slaughter Race Oooh Oooh Oooh In this place called Slaughter Race Oooh Oooh Oooh 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 Oooh Oooh Oooh No, I really don't want to yet Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah In this place called Slaughter Race In this place called Slaughter Race My body, my spirit aligning, oh yeah In this place called Slaughter Race