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 lot of guts
A little vision
To wave your worries
And cares goodbye
Sick and tired of Maggie's farm
She's a bitch with broken arms
Your worries and cares
Goodbye
It's a maze for rats to try
And it's a race for rats to die
Run away (x8)