Erasure Runaround On the Underground song lyrics

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.