runaround on the underground lyrics – 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 s*d*stic grin,
pulls a zipper on her sleeping bag; shuts herself within.
a triple quilted chrysalis waiting for the sales.
a bargain bas*m*nt b*tterfly 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.

/ erasure lyrics