Smiths, The
Текст песни Panic

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