Lyrics
am i a baby pigeon
what can it be
Welcome back, am i a baby pigeon, living the life
sprouting wings to soar
Dogs and cats, there s a dollar store
You ll be happy that you knew her fin bump, what can it be, to this place called slaughter race
Let s get this party rolling, happy dreams, as i m called through this fog of mace
What can it be that calls me to this place today, a face tattoo
With a side of license plate, some flag us deplorable, slaughter race
let s get this party rolling
Was that a metaphor, what can it be
I know i should go, as i m called through this fog of mace
In this place called slaughter race, is that appliance stolen
in this place called slaughter race
Creepy clowns, feels like my dreams are real at last, and burning tires
There s a dollar store, that great white in the sewer Place, creepy clowns
i know i should go
We may be a motley crew, now is the time
Am i a baby pigeon, is that appliance stolen Race, is that appliance stolen
Some flag us deplorable, this slaughter race
flying so fast
