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Panic

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Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again?

The Leeds side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself

Hopes may rise on the Grasmere
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 Carlisle
Dublin, Dundee, Humberside
I wonder to myself

Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
It says nothing to me about my life

Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music they constantly play

On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
The provincial towns you jog ’round

Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ

Hang the DJ

This entry was posted on Sunday, April 8th, 2007 at 5:53 pm and is filed under Lyrics, Music. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

2 Responses to “Panic”

  1. Drew Says:
    April 8th, 2007 at 7:24 pm

    Awesome!

  2. kid_cid Says:
    April 11th, 2007 at 8:59 pm

    I know…such a fantastic song.

    I’m trying really hard to break the second Smiths obsession of my life.

    But it’s not looking very good so far… ;)

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