Slave To The Wage (I Can't Believe It's A Remix)

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