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 tyres
 That great white in the sewer
 You'll be happy that you knew her (Fist bump)
 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
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 Ah ooh-ooh-ooh, Slaughter Race, ooh-ooh-oh
 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
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 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