A Place Called Slaughter Race

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’m 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 rolling

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 (Thimble)

Dogs and cats, they sure taste great

With a side of license plate

Some flag 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

Ah, Slaughter Race, ooh-ooh-oh

My heart's in flight, and, wow, it's a blast

Feels like my dreams are real at least

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 Slaughter Race?

In this place called Slaughter Race