Panic on the streets of london Panic on the streets of birmingham I wonder to myself Could life ever be sane again ? The leeds side-streets that you slip down I wonder to myself Hopes may rise on the grasmere 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 dj Because the music that they constantly play It says nothing to me about my life Hang the blessed dj Because the music they constantly play
On the leeds side-streets that you slip down Or provincial towns you jog 'round Hang the dj, hang the dj, hang the dj Hang the dj, hang the dj, hang the dj Hang the dj, hang the dj, hang the dj Hang the dj, hang the dj Hang the dj, hang the dj Hang the dj, hang the dj, hang the dj Hang the dj, hang the dj Hang the dj, hang the dj Hang the dj, hang the dj, hang the dj Hang the dj, hang the dj Hang the dj, hang the dj Hang the dj, hang the dj
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