Erasure - Runaround On The Underground Lyrics
(a. bell / v. clarke)Im 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.Its a wild, its a wild, wild, wild world.The hardest thing is holding on,Holding on and take the strain.Theyre coming at me at angles that I never knew existed.They aint gonna get me.Im building up my colours of resistance. (colours of resistance)Its 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 railsIts a wild, its a wild, wild, wild world.The hardest thing is holding on,Holding on and take the strain.Theyre coming at me at angles that I never knew existed...woahThey aint gonna get me.Im building up my colours of resistance. (colours of resistance)Its a runaround on the underground.Its a wild, its a wild, wild, wild world.The hardest thing is holding on,Holding on and take the strain.Theyre coming at me at angles that I never knew existed.They aint gonna get me.Im building up my colours of resistance. (colours of resistance)Its a runaround on the underground the hardest thing is holding on,Holding on and take the strain.Theyre coming at me at angles that I never knew existed.They aint gonna get me.Im building up my colours of resistance. (colours of resistance)The hardest thing is holding on,Holding on and take the strain.
