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
And they ain't gonna get me
I'm building up my colours of resistance
It's a runaround on the underground

A cybernetic 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
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
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
(The hardest thing is holding on)
(Holding on and take the strain)

They're coming at me at angles that I never knew existed
But they ain't gonna get me
I'm building up my colours of resistance
(The hardest thing is holding on)
(Holding on and take the strain)