Panic is what we do
If that's easy to say, I'd like to hear you say it
Panic is what we do
Say, canonize Philip K. Dick, OK?

You can't change the system from within
It ends up changing you
You're thinking you'll do some good
You'll do 25 years in a cubicle wishing that you-

Panic is what we do
Is that easy to say? Then let's hear you say it
Panic is what we do
Say, canonize Philip K. Dick, OK?

Use your imagination
Learn to keep secrets too
You don't change the world by sitting in your office
Sitting in your office is changing you

Learn to burn bridges
Get good at it
Count the ways you can make the world a better place
And throw in a factory too

It's your decision
Your decision's you
It's your decision
Your decision's you

Have some imagination
Learn to keep secrets too
Spite and rage will age you girl
But sitting in your office is killing you

Learn to burn bridges
Get good at it
Count the ways you can make the world a better place
And throw in a factory too

You can't change the system from within
The system changes you
You can't change the system from within
The system changes you
You can't change the system from within
The system changes you
You can't change the system from within
The system changes you
You can't change the system from within
The system changes you
You can't change the system from within
The system changes you
You can't change the system from within
The system changes you
You can't change the system from within
The system changes you and makes you panic!


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    Lyric CorrectionIt starts with a teaspoon of trouble,
    it ends in bliss and penury.
    There is no pension plan for heroes,
    so you'll want to get the hell out of my way. Get out of the way.

    Pack it up, lean times for heroes.
    Pack it up, call it a day.
    Our pockets and their jails are empty,
    call it even, heave away.

    Just because I had an errant ambition,
    just because I want a better life,
    just because I made poetry a mission,
    you might as well punish a kid for coloring outside the lines.

    It starts with sleep deprivation,
    it ends with a double life.
    Is there a back door in this place?
    I'll not be going quietly today. No, not today.

    Pack it up, lean times for heroes.
    Pack it up, call it a day.
    Our pockets and the jails are empty.
    Call it even, heave away.

    (Pack it up!) Lock it up! (Drink it up!) Fuck it up!
    (Dance it up!) Keep it up! (Smash it up!) Blow it up!
    (Turn it up!) Tear it up! (Swing it up!) Serve it up!
    (Smoke it up!) Burn it up! (Crack it up!) Laugh it up!
    (Eat it up!) I'll do what? (Twist it up!) Dance it up!
    (Kiss it up!) Oh, break it up! (Punch it up!) Kick it up!
    (Shoot it up!) Stir it up! (Fuck it up!)

    Step right, step right on up, son.

    Have you an errant ambition?
    And do you want a better life?
    Here's a pension plan for heroes:
    just leave all your valuables outside.

    Does your life lack a mission?
    Would you like a free ride?
    You want to kill your idols?
    Well, step right up and goddamn try.
    Michael Fureyon March 22, 2011   Link

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