Three blind mice
See how they run
They've had enough

They've got a gun

They don't wanna test shampoo

anymore
They're not gonna smoke
ten a day, what for

They're not gonna stick
to electrodes no more
Three blind mice


Three blind mice
They gotta run

Only so much time
They want some fun


They don't wanna listen to
you anymore
Their new vocab is so what

and what for?
These three B-mice, breaking
on the floor

Three blind mice

Three blind mice

They're on the run
They want a life
Out in the sun


If you get in their way, they
will mow you down

These hip hop mice, they don't
give a damn
These hop hip mice skipping

free as a lamb
Three blind mice


Three blind mice
See how they run
They've had enough

They've got a gun

The men in the labs are now hunting

them down
Like lambs to the slaughter they do
give a damn

They outwit the cops and they flee
this town
Three blind mice