The runaway chords and lyrics - PLAN B

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[Verse 1]
[G]Thi[Fm]s 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,
and perverted forms of [Fm]art
And anybody with a fantasy
that needs fulfilling
[G#]Even the filth,
cops that lock up a man for steal[Em]ing
For Quent, there bent,
sweat dripping off the [Cb]ceiling
Sadomasochists needs to clinch
[Em]it for his beat[Fm]ings
Anything goes when
you've got the riches
But [G#]only the sexually depraved
pay for pregnant [Fm]bitches
Her [Em]name's Katya,
he was to do what he wished with
If ya into [Cb]chicks that wake up
with morning [Em]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
Wishing she'd [Cb]wake up from the
nightmare she was [Em]stuck in
[Fm]But she weren't waking up from nothing,
this was her reality
[G#]Place where dreams come true
for those who lack [Fm]mor ality
[Em]She had to get out, if not for her child,
for her sanity
'Cause the only difference [Cb]between
this place and hell [Em]was gravity

[Verse 3]
You want the [Fm]business, runaway, runaway,
where the [Ab]money man?
You want the [Em]business, you want the [Cb]business,
the business, the [Em]money man?
You want the [Fm]business, the [G#]money man,
[Fm]You want the b[Em]usiness, the business,
the [B]business, the [Em]money man?

[Verse 4]
It was [Em]a weird twist [Fm]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
With the door un[Fm]locked,
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
The mother and [G]baby unit,
where she had [Em]dis turbing dreams[Fm]
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
her underworld [G]connections
Sending her [Em]back to the [Fm]brothel, either that,
or simply just deportin' her
[G#]She's met corrupted law before,
she can't see them [Fm]supportin' her
[Em]So if she goes along the road,
it slowly starts destroyin' her
Not [Cb]knowing where she's going,
or why grudgers keep ignorin' [Em]her

[Verse 5]
You want the [Fm]business, runaway,
runaway, where the [Ab]money man?
You want the [Em]business,
the business, the money man?
You want the [Fm]business, [Ab]the money,
[Fm]You want the busin[Em]ess, the business,
the business, the [Cb]money man?
[Em]Life

[Verse 6]
was hard in [Fm]the brothel,
now it's hard in the street,
'Cause English is a language
she can hardly speak,
Like [Cb]so many East[Em]ern European
people you meet,
Only [Cb]dif ference is they legal
and they [Em]earning their keep,
She was smuggled into [Fm]Britain almost
[Ab]two months gone,
She didn't [Fm]know she was [Ab]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,
steal and borrow she ain't [Cb]no kind of mum,

[Verse 7]
Her feel[Fm]ings a vicious circle,
with a big set of teeth,
The sharper [Ab]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,
To [Fm]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,
Resortin' [Em]back to prostitution when
the traffic is flowin',
Her ride stops and drives off when
it sees what she's towing,
It [Fm]must be hard knowing that you're
nothing but a peasant,
[G#]Game for the hunt,
its the prairie like pheasant,
[E]Loitering at [Em]bus- stops
like bored adolescents,
With [B]sex on their mind,
'cause you give off the impres[Em]sion,
That you'd [Fm]sell yourself for money,
not find the thought repellent
[G#]Get ting fucked in the field from behind,
For [Fm]you best feed your [Em]child just so it don't cry,
its unpleasant
But that's what she [Cb]did and now we're
back in the [Em]present[Fm]

[Verse 8]
Runaway, [Ab]runaway, [E]runaway,
run[Em]away[Cb][Em][Fm]
Runaway, runaway,
[Ab]runa[Fm]way,[E]
[Em]runa[Cb]way