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 listen now, 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
Burn down the disco Hang the D.J. Because the music that they constantly play Says nothing to me about my life Hang the D.J. Because the music they constantly play On the Leeds side streets that you slip down On the provincial towns that you jog 'round
