Smiths Panic Lyrics

Panic on the streets of LondonPanic on the streets of BirminghamI wonder to myselfCould life ever be sane again ?The Leeds side-streets that you slip downI wonder to myselfHopes may rise on the GrasmereBut Honey Pie, you're not safe hereSo you run downTo the safety of the townBut there's Panic on the streets of CarlisleDublin, Dundee, HumbersideI wonder to myself
Burn down the discoHang the blessed DJBecause the music that they constantly playIT SAYS NOTHING TO ME ABOUT MY LIFEHang the blessed DJBecause the music they constantly play On the Leeds side-streets that you slip downProvincial towns you jog 'roundHang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJHang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJHANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJHANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJHANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJHang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJHANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJHANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJHang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJHANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJHANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJHang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJHANG THE DJ