C
Run away from all your boredom, run away from all your whoredom
All it takes is one decision, a lot of guts a little vision
Sick and tired of Maggie's farm, she's a bitch with broken arms
G F C
And wave your worries and cares goodbye
G F C G F D#
It's a maze for rats to try, it's a maze for rats to try
C G F C
It's a race, a race for rats, a race for rats to die
Run away