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 Los Angeles
Dublin, Dundee, Echopark
I wonder to myself
Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed D.J.
Because the music 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...
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 Los Angeles
Dublin, Dundee, Echopark
I wonder to myself
Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed D.J.
Because the music 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...
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Panic Lyrics as written by Johnny Marr Steven Morrissey
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