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 lam
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