from: Christian Korbanka, Cologne, Germany
lyrics and chords of: Panic by The Smiths
Suggestions and corrections are always welcome!
date: 95/10/15
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.
Hope's may rise under Grasmeres
But honeypie, 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 D.J.,
Because the music that they constantly play,
It says nothing to me about my life,
Hang the blessed D.J.,
Because the music that they constantly play,
On the Leeds side streets that you slip down,
On the provincial towns you jog round,
Hang the D.J., hang the D.J., hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J., hang the D.J., hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J., hang the D.J., hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J., hang the D.J.,
Hang the D.J., hang the D.J.,
Hang the D.J., hang the D.J., hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J., hang the D.J.,
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