Tonalité : F minor
Verse 1
G
Fm
This story's dark like the place
where this story starts
Full of fiends,
and gangsters with gory hearts
Em
Drugged- up girls dressed
up like naughty tarts
Performing sex,
Fm
and perverted forms of art
And anybody with a fantasy
that needs fulfilling
G#
Even the filth,
Em
cops that lock up a man for stealing
For Quent, there bent,
B
sweat dripping off the ceiling
Sadomasochists needs to clinch
Em
Fm
it for his beatings
Anything goes when
you've got the riches
G#
But only the sexually depraved
Fm
pay for pregnant bitches
Em
Her name's Katya,
he was to do what he wished with
B
If ya into chicks that wake up
Em
with morning sickness
Verse 2
Fm
And have to make their way
past people fucking
Ab
Punters hooked on hookers hooked on smack,
cluckin'
Em
Spent a day getting touched
up and butt- fucking
B
Wishing she'd wake up from the
Em
nightmare she was stuck in
Fm
But she weren't waking up from nothing,
this was her reality
G#
Place where dreams come true
Fm
for those who lack mor ality
Em
She had to get out, if not for her child,
for her sanity
B
'Cause the only difference between
Em
this place and hell was gravity
Verse 3
Fm
You want the business, runaway, runaway,
Ab
where the money man?
Em
B
You want the business, you want the business,
Em
the business, the money man?
Fm
G#
You want the business, the money man,
Fm
Em
You want the business, the business,
B
Em
the business, the money man?
Verse 4
Em
Fm
It was a weird twist of fate,
the way that she escaped
She knew her chance would come,
she just had to wait
Em
'Till one of her abductors
made a mistake
Mixing vodka with heart pills and
smoking a straight
Fm
With the door unlocked,
ain't the smartest idea
When your running's are illegal
and your cargo live in fear
Em
The path was now clear,
but only for a exit
'Cause the road ahead was long,
and full of unexpected
Fm
Twists and turns,
she learned inadvertently
G#
How to cope with life's little
moments of uncertainty
Em
Feeling safe on the street,
however absurd it seems
G
The mother and baby unit,
Em
Fm
where she had dis turbing dreams
Was a place she didn't feel was
safe and had to leave
Ab
Would only be a matter of time before she had police,
Em
asking her questions
Finding out the truth about
G
her underworld connections
Em
Fm
Sending her back to the brothel, either that,
or simply just deportin' her
G#
She's met corrupted law before,
Fm
she can't see them supportin' her
Em
So if she goes along the road,
it slowly starts destroyin' her
B
Not knowing where she's going,
Em
or why grudgers keep ignorin' her
Verse 5
Fm
You want the business, runaway,
Ab
runaway, where the money man?
Em
You want the business,
the business, the money man?
Fm
Ab
You want the business, the money,
Fm
Em
You want the business, the business,
B
the business, the money man?
Em
Life
Verse 6
Fm
was hard in the brothel,
now it's hard in the street,
'Cause English is a language
she can hardly speak,
B
Em
Like so many Eastern European
people you meet,
B
Only difference is they legal
Em
and they earning their keep,
Fm
She was smuggled into Britain almost
Ab
two months gone,
Fm
Ab
She didn't know she was pregnant
'till they saw the bump,
Em
And now the baby's
here and they're both on the run,
If she don't beg,
B
steal and borrow she ain't no kind of mum,
Verse 7
Fm
Her feelings a vicious circle,
with a big set of teeth,
Ab
The sharper they are,
Fm
the smarter the thief,
Em
So now she's broke again
and she don't even know it,
Until she reaches for the purse and
it hurts 'cause she stole it,
Fm
To find it ain't there,
I guess you reap what you sow,
Its a bitch how karma works,
it's hard to work out where she's going,
Em
Resortin' back to prostitution when
the traffic is flowin',
Her ride stops and drives off when
it sees what she's towing,
Fm
It must be hard knowing that you're
nothing but a peasant,
G#
Game for the hunt,
its the prairie like pheasant,
E
Em
Loitering at bus- stops
like bored adolescents,
B
With sex on their mind,
Em
'cause you give off the impression,
Fm
That you'd sell yourself for money,
not find the thought repellent
G#
Get ting fucked in the field from behind,
Fm
Em
For you best feed your child just so it don't cry,
its unpleasant
B
But that's what she did and now we're
Em
Fm
back in the present
Verse 8
Ab
E
Runaway, runaway, runaway,
Em
B
Em
Fm
runaway
Runaway, runaway,
Ab
Fm
E
runaway,
Em
B
runaway
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