Текст песни Runaround On the Underground

I'm waiting at the bus stop for a double-decker ride. Supermarket checkout boy finds his way inside. A shady looking character, his beady eyes on me. I slip into a window seat, and then pretend to read. It's a wild, it's a wild, wild, wild world. The hardest thing is holding on, holding on and take the strain. They're coming at me at angles that I never knew existed. They ain't gonna get me. I'm building up my colours of resistance. (colours of resistance) It's a runaround on the underground. A cybermatic shopper, with a slight sadistic grin, pulls a zipper on her sleeping bag; shuts herself within. A triple quilted chrysalis waiting for the sales. A bargain basement butterfly going off the rails It's a wild, it's a wild, wild, wild world. The hardest thing is holding on, holding on and take the strain. They're coming at me at angles that I never knew existed...woah They ain't gonna get me. I'm building up my colours of resistance. (colours of resistance) It's a runaround on the underground. It's a wild, it's a wild, wild, wild world. The hardest thing is holding on, holding on and take the strain. They're coming at me at angles that I never knew existed. They ain't gonna get me. I'm building up my colours of resistance. (colours of resistance) It's a runaround on the underground The hardest thing is holding on, holding on and take the strain. They're coming at me at angles that I never knew existed. They ain't gonna get me. I'm building up my colours of resistance. (colours of resistance) The hardest thing is holding on, holding on and take the strain.