"Panic" Lyrics

Panic on the streets of London,
Panic on the streets of Birmingham,
I wonder to myself.
Could life ever be sane again?
From the Leed's side-streets that just 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.
Portland, Dundee, and 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 that they constantly play.

On the Leed's side-streets that you slip down,
The provincial towns that you jog 'round.
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ

Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ
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(Whisper)
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ