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 rolling! Is that appliance stolen? We have fallen wires, dumpster fires, We're winking clowns, and burning tires Best great wedding this summer You'll be happy that you knew her Pinball! Dogs and cats, these 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! 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 It's 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!