What can it be that calls me to this place today?
This lawless car ballet, what can it be? (Ooh, 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
Called Slaughter, called Slaughter, ooh
Slaughter Race
Called Slaughter, called Slaughter, ooh
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 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
Called Slaughter, called Slaughter, ooh
Ooh, Slaughter Race
Called Slaughter, called Slaughter, ooh
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
Called Slaughter, called Slaughter, ooh
Slaughter Race
Called Slaughter, called Slaughter, ooh
It′s only here in Slaughter Race, yeah
Only here in Slaughter Race, hey
Only here in Slaughter Race, oh
It's only here in Slaughter Race, oh
Yeah
Writer(s): Alan Menken, Tom Macdougall, Philip Johnston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
