Текст песни Runaround on the Underground (12" Mix) - Erasure

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.