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 for something more?
Now I'm flying, my spirit's climbing As I'm called through this far off maze (Ooh-ah) My body, my spirit aligning In this, in this place called Slaughter Race Slaughter race
What would you say if it turns out, oh, that I stay? Would it be ok, 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 far off maze (Ooh-ah) 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 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 Slaughter Race It's alright here in Slaughter Race Alright here in Slaughter Race Alright here in Slaughter Race It's alright here in Slaughter Race, yeah
Autores: Philip Johnston (PRS), Thomas Coyne Macdougall (Tom Macdougall) (ASCAP)Editores: Walt Disney Music Company (ASCAP), Wonderland Music Company Inc (BMI)Publicado em 2018ECAD verificado obra #21474639 e fonograma #17502349 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM