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? Hey, there's A Dollar Store Look, I am rhyming My spirit's climbing As I'm called through this fog of mace To this place Called Slaughter Race
Welcome back Watch your head Hate to see you end up dead Let's get this party rollin' Is that appliance stolen? We have Fallen wires Dumpster fires Creepy clowns And burning tires That great white in the sewer You'll be happy that you knew her Fin bump! Dogs and cats, they sure taste great With a side of license plate Some find us deplorable Well, I think you're adorable We may be a motley crew, but our hearts ring true And just for you, a face tattoo
Slaughter Race
My heart's in flight and, wow, it's a blast Feels like my dreams are real at last No trace of a frown upon your face Flying so fast Setting the pace Living the life Loving the chase Now is the time Here is the place This Slaughter Race
I know I should go But home feels so slow These roads are paved with dreams Happy dreams, not creepy clown dreams What would Ralph say If it turns out I stay In this place called (In this place called Slaughter) (Slaughter Race) Slaughter Race In this place called Slaughter RaceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
