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, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
