Panic lyrics

Panic on the
streets of London

Panic 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

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 Carlisle

Dublin, Dundee,
Humberside
I wonder to myself

Burn down
the disco

Hang the
blessed D.J.

Because the music
that they
constantly play

It says nothing
to me about
my life

Hang the
blessed D.J.

Because the music
that they
constantly play

On the Leeds
side streets that
you slip down

On the provincial
towns that you
jog around

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.
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.
Hang the D.J.