Panic

Panic on the streets of London. Panic on the streets of Birmingham. I wonder to myself, Could life ever be sane again? On this side street that you sleep down. I wonder dear myself. Hopes may rise on a grass babe. Born in the same fields we went down. No safety other town. Pretty panic on the streets of Carlisle. Down in Dundee and Humberside. I wonder to myself. Blinded by the disco. Hang up there's a DJ. They call the music that he constantly plays. It's saying nothing to me about my life. Hang up there's a deejay. Because the music that it goes through him play. One little sad street that he sleeps down. Professional saint who cries. And a deejay, and a deejay, and a deejay. And a deejay, and a deejay, and a deejay. And a deejay, and a deejay, and a deeejay. And a deejay. And a deejay. And a deejay. There's danger. And a Deejay. There's The Danger. And a deejay. And a deejay, And A deejay,