Key: F minor•
Verse 1
Ab
Gbm
This story's dark like the place
where this story starts
Full of fiends,
and gangsters with gory hearts
up like naughty tarts
Performing sex,
And anybody with a fantasy
that needs fulfilling
For Quent, there bent,
Sadomasochists needs to clinch
Fm
Gbm
it for his beatings
Anything goes when
you've got the riches
he was to do what he wished with
Verse 2
past people fucking
cluckin'
up and butt- fucking
Gbm
But she weren't waking up from nothing,
this was her reality
Fm
She had to get out, if not for her child,
for her sanity
Verse 3
F#m
You want the business, runaway, runaway,
Fm
C
You want the business, you want the business,
Gbm
A
You want the business, the money man,
Gbm
Fm
You want the business, the business,
C
Fm
the business, the money man?
Verse 4
Fm
Gbm
It was a weird twist of fate,
the way that she escaped
She knew her chance would come,
she just had to wait
made a mistake
Mixing vodka with heart pills and
smoking a straight
ain't the smartest idea
When your running's are illegal
and your cargo live in fear
but only for a exit
'Cause the road ahead was long,
and full of unexpected
she learned inadvertently
moments of uncertainty
however absurd it seems
Fm
F#m
where she had dis turbing dreams
Was a place she didn't feel was
safe and had to leave
A
Would only be a matter of time before she had police,
Finding out the truth about
Fm
Gbm
Sending her back to the brothel, either that,
or simply just deportin' her
it slowly starts destroyin' her
Verse 5
the business, the money man?
F#m
A
You want the business, the money,
F#m
Fm
You want the business, the business,
Verse 6
now it's hard in the street,
'Cause English is a language
she can hardly speak,
C
Fm
Like so many Eastern European
people you meet,
F#m
A
She didn't know she was pregnant
'till they saw the bump,
here and they're both on the run,
If she don't beg,
Verse 7
with a big set of teeth,
and she don't even know it,
Until she reaches for the purse and
it hurts 'cause she stole it,
I guess you reap what you sow,
Its a bitch how karma works,
it's hard to work out where she's going,
the traffic is flowin',
Her ride stops and drives off when
it sees what she's towing,
nothing but a peasant,
its the prairie like pheasant,
F
Fm
Loitering at bus- stops
like bored adolescents,
not find the thought repellent
Gbm
Fm
For you best feed your child just so it don't cry,
its unpleasant
Fm
F#m
back in the present
Verse 8
A
F
Runaway, runaway, runaway,
Fm
C
Fm
F#m
runaway
Runaway, runaway,
A
F#m
F
runaway,
Fm
C
runaway
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ChordsAb Gbm Fm A C...
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