Run away from all your boredom. Run away from all your whoredom
And wave your worries and cares goodbye
All it takes is one decision. A lotta guts, a little vision
To wave your worries and cares goodbye
It's a maze for rats to try. It's a maze for rats to try
It's a race, a race for rats, a race for rats to die
It's a race, a race for rats, a race for rats to die
Sick and tired of Maggie's farm. She's a bitch with broken arms
To wave your worries and cares goodbye
It's a maze for rats to try. It's a maze for rats to try
It's a race, a race for rats, a race for rats to die
It's a race, a race for rats, a race for rats to die
It's a race, a race for rats, a race for rats to die
It's a race, a race for rats, a race for rats to die
Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away
Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away
Run away
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