In This Place

作词 : Tom MacDougall/Phil Johnston

作曲 : Alan Menken

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