Panic Lyrics

	作曲 : Marr, Morrissey
	Panic on the streets of
	LondonPanic 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
	Don't you know that 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
	CarlisleOh,
	Dublin, Dundee,
	Humberside
	I wonder to myself
	Burn down the disco, hang the blessed
	DJBecause the music that they constantly play
	Says nothing to me about my life
	Hang the blessed
	DJBecause the music they constantly play
	On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
	On the provincial towns that you jog 'round
	Hang the D
	J, hang the
	DJ, hang the
	DJHang the
	DJ, hang the
	DJ, hang the
	DJHang the
	DJ, hang the
	DJ, hang the
	DJ

	zuo qu : Marr, Morrissey
	Panic on the streets of
	LondonPanic on the streets of
	Birmingham
	I wonder to myself
	Could life ever be sane again
	On the Leeds sidestreets that you slip down
	I wonder to myself
	Don' t you know that 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
	CarlisleOh,
	Dublin, Dundee,
	Humberside
	I wonder to myself
	Burn down the disco, hang the blessed
	DJBecause the music that they constantly play
	Says nothing to me about my life
	Hang the blessed
	DJBecause the music they constantly play
	On the Leeds sidestreets that you slip down
	On the provincial towns that you jog ' round
	Hang the D
	J, hang the
	DJ, hang the
	DJHang the
	DJ, hang the
	DJ, hang the
	DJHang the
	DJ, hang the
	DJ, hang the
	DJ

	zuò qǔ : Marr, Morrissey
	Panic on the streets of
	LondonPanic on the streets of
	Birmingham
	I wonder to myself
	Could life ever be sane again
	On the Leeds sidestreets that you slip down
	I wonder to myself
	Don' t you know that 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
	CarlisleOh,
	Dublin, Dundee,
	Humberside
	I wonder to myself
	Burn down the disco, hang the blessed
	DJBecause the music that they constantly play
	Says nothing to me about my life
	Hang the blessed
	DJBecause the music they constantly play
	On the Leeds sidestreets that you slip down
	On the provincial towns that you jog ' round
	Hang the D
	J, hang the
	DJ, hang the
	DJHang the
	DJ, hang the
	DJ, hang the
	DJHang the
	DJ, hang the
	DJ, hang the
	DJ

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