Runaround on the underground Songtext / Lyric

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

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

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