The Smiths - Panic

^GPanic on the streets of Lo^Emndon ^GPanic on the streets of Bir^Emmingham I wo^Cnder to my^Dself ^{Bb F} Co^Guld life ever be s^Emane again On the Le^Geds side streets that you s^Emlip down I wo^Cnder to my^Dself. ^{Bb F}

Ho^Gpe's may rise under Gra^Emsmeres ^GBut honeypie, you're not s^Emafe here So you run do^Cwn To the safety of the to^Dwn. ^{Bb F} But there's pa^Gnic on the streets of Car^Emlisle, Du^Gblin, Dundee, Humb^Emerside I wo^Cnder to my^Dself.

B^Gurn down the d^Emisco, H^Gang the blessed ^Emd.j., Because the mu^Csic that they constantly p^Dlay, It says not^Ghing to me about ^Emmy life, H^Gang the blessed ^Emd.j., Because the mu^Csic that they constantly p^Dlay, ^{Bb F} On the Le^Geds side streets that you s^Emlip down, On the prov^Gincial towns you ^Emjog round, Hang the ^Cd.j., hang the d.j., hang the d^D.j. Hang the ^Cd.j., hang the d.j., hang the d^D.j. Hang the ^Cd.j., hang the d.j., hang the d^D.j. H^Bbang t^Fhe d^G.j., hang the ^Emd.j., Hang the d^G.j., hang the ^Emd.j., Hang the ^Cd.j., hang the d.j., hang the d^D.j. H^Bbang t^Fhe d^G.j., hang the ^Emd.j.,