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I'm waiting at the bus stop for a double-decker rideSupermarket checkout boy finds his way insideA shady looking character, his beady eyes on meI slip into a window seat, and then pretend to readIt's a wild, it's a wild, wild, wild worldThe hardest thing is holding onHolding on and take the strain. They're coming at me at angles that I never knew existedThey ain't gonna get meI'm building up my colours of resistanceIt's a runaround on the underground. A cybermatic shopper, with a slight sadistic grinPulls a zipper on her sleeping bag; shuts herself withinA triple quilted chrysalis waiting for the salesA bargain basement butterfly going off the rails It's a wild, it's a wild, wild, wild worldThe hardest thing is holding onHolding on and take the strainLetras de cancionesThey're coming at me at angles that I never knew existed...woah They ain't gonna get meI'm building up my colours of resistanceIt's a runaround on the undergroundIt's a wild, it's a wild, wild, wild worldThe hardest thing is holding onHolding on and take the strain From Letras Mania