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