Panic

Panic on the streets of
LondonPanic on the streets of
Birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again
On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself
Don't you know that hopes may rise on the
Grasmeres?
But Honey
Pie, you're not safe here
So you run down to the safety of the town
But there's panic on the streets of
CarlisleOh,
Dublin, Dundee,
Humberside
I wonder to myself
Burn down the disco, hang the blessed
DJBecause the music that they constantly play
Says nothing to me about my life
Hang the blessed
DJBecause the music they constantly play
On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
On the provincial towns that you jog 'round
Hang the D
J, hang the
DJ, hang the
DJHang the
DJ, hang the
DJ, hang the
DJHang the
DJ, hang the
DJ, hang the
DJ