Panic
Panic on the streets of LondonPanic on the streets of BirminghamI wonder to myselfCould life ever be sane againOn the Leeds side-streets that you slip downI wonder to myselfHopes may rise on the GrasmeresBut honey pie, you're not safe hereSo you run downTo the safety of the townBut there's panic on the streets of CarlisleDublin, Dundee, HumbersideI wonder to myself
Burn down the discoHang the blessed d.j.Because the music that they constantly playIt says nothing to me about my lifeHang the blessed d.j.Because the music they constantly play
On the Leeds side-streets that you slip downOn the provincial towns that you jog'roundHang the d.j., hang the d.j., hang the d.j.Hang the d.j., hang the d.j., hang the d.j.Hang the d.j., hang the d.j., hang the d.j.Hang the d.j., hang the d.j.Hang the d.j., hang the d.j.