Smiths The Panic Lyrics

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 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 D.J. 
Hang the D.J...