Panic Lyrics - The World Won't Listen - The Smiths

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 

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