Fm Ab Cm Bb
Fm Ab
What can it be that calls me to this place today?
Cm Bb
This lawless car ballet, what can it be?
Fm Ab
Am I a baby pigeon sprouting wings to soar?
Cm Bb
Was that a metaphor for something more?
Fm Ab
Now I'm flying, my spirit's climbing
Cm Bb
As I'm called through this far off maze (Ooh-ah)
Fm Ab
My body, my spirit aligning
Cm Fm Ab Cm Bb
In this, in this place called Slaughter Race
Fm Ab Cm Bb
Slaughter race
Fm Ab
What would you say if it turns out, oh, that I stay?
Cm Bb
Would it be ok, here in this place?
Fm
'Cause you know that I love these fallen wires
Ab
Dumpster fires, burning tires
Cm
Everything that I desire
Bb
Everything that I desire
Fm Ab
Now I'm flying, my spirit's climbing
Cm Bb
As I'm called through this far off maze (Ooh-ah)
Fm Ab
My body, my spirit aligning
Cm Fm Ab Cm Bb
In this, in this place called Slaughter Race
Fm Ab Cm Eb
Slaughter race
Cm Bb Ab
I know I should go but
Cm
I really don't want to yet
Bb Ab
I really don't want to yet
Cm Bb Ab
Yeah, I know I should go but
Ab Fm
I really don't want to yet
Gm Ab Bb
I really don't want to yet
Fm Ab Cm Bb
There's nothing like Slaughter Race
Fm Ab Cm Bb
Slaughter Race
Fm Ab
It's alright here in Slaughter Race
Cm Bb
Alright here in Slaughter Race
Fm
Alright here in Slaughter Race
Ab Cm Eb
It's alright here in Slaughter Race, yeah
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