The Smiths | Lyrics | 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 myself

Hopes may rise in 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
The 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, hang the DJ
Hang the DJ