Panic

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 myselfHopes 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 myselfBurn 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 playOn the Leeds side-streets that you slip down

Provincial towns you jog 'round

Songwriters

STEVEN MORRISSEY, JOHNNY MARRPublished by

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group