Panic

Because the music they constantly play
Hang the blessed DJ
On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ

The Leeds side-streets that you slip down
Hopes may rise in the Grasmere
Dublin, Dundee, Humberside
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ
Could life ever be sane again?
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ
I wonder to myself
So you run down to the safety of the town

Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ
It says nothing to me about my life
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ
The provincial towns you jog 'round
Hang the blessed DJ
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ

I wonder to myself
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ
But honey pie you're not safe here

Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ
Burn down the disco

But there's panic on the streets of Carlisle
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ

I wonder to myself