Musikken sier ingenting

Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
Could life ever be sane again?
The Leeds side-streets you slip down
I wonder to myself'
Hopes may rise on 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 that they constantly play

On the Leeds side-street 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

Panic - The Smiths