Letra de 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 slide 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 colors 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 (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 colors of resistance
(The hardest thing is holding on
Holding on and take the strain)