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Panic
The Smiths Lyrics


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
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, hang the DJ

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Steven Morrissey, Johnny Marr

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Alexis Rivas

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



Junior F.

"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 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
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



Ama Deus

Par che te strizza n'occhio
Che n'segreto te sta pe svelà
Ma poi se lo tie pe sè
Secondo me lo fa apposta
A fa quello pieno de segreti
Che sa na cosa ma nta vo fa sapere
Ma poi pare che te strizza n'occhio
Che in confidenza qualcosa te dirà
Ma poi se la tie per sè
Io non capisco
Ma perché prima te dice
Na mezza cosa poi nze vo fa prega
Che poi invece io so uno che se confida
Però poi lui non se fida
È una mazzata se lo voi fa parlà
E te tiene sempre un po' sulle spine
E stai lì che aspetti un'indiscrezione
E 'nte dice, e 'nte dice, e 'nte dice
E 'nte dice, e 'nte dice, e 'nte dice
E 'nte dice, e 'nte dice, e 'nte dice
E 'nte dice, e 'nte dice
E 'nte dice, e 'nte dice



M -1896

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

Hopes may rise on the Grasmeres
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
On the provincial towns that 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



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Uevrek

I 99.8% matched with this band

The 2nd Coming

🤣

just a banana

Black Mirror

Pavese शांति

Duuuuuuuuuuude I just understand the fucking reference!!!!!!!!!!!! Holy shiiiit, nice one pal

Rik Jones

I love you, wherever you are

Chris Oliver

If you're a real The Smiths fan, you'll obsess over that .2%.

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Shiloh Slim

"But there's panic on the streets of Carlisle, Dublin, Dundee, Humberside" - cracks me up every time, Mosferatu couldn't have come up with a more parochial, provincial mix if he'd tried really hard. Humberside!

Todd L

"I wonder to myself, could life ever be sane again"

Talk about relevant lyrics today.

Teresa Walters

Indeed!!

bhdctn

Oh it's even worse in six months says Mr. Delta Variant. Meanwhile Americans are taking a horse dewormer to ward off covid because right wing tzlk show hosts told them to. Truth stranger thsn a Smiths song👻

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