: Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr Panic on the streets of London Panic on the streets of Birmingham I wonder to myself Could life ever
: Panic on the streets of London Panic on the streets of Birmingham I wonder to myself Could life ever be sane again ? The Leeds side-streets that you
one Code murder one, code murder one Murder them mo Code murder one, code murder one Code murder one, code murder one Murder them mo Make me push this panic
to get this money And that Audi 8 in all grey Haters say it's over but you can tell them I'm busy Professor with the books ? with a Smith &a Wesson Trying
Verse Two: Robotron golden arms, pentagon brain cell, all to gain, chained to the bumper. Wolfgang hunters, field goal punters tone,steel toe eruption, it's a gusher! Tonecrusher smith
' My main adversary in this silly concoction Freeze your face like bosilium toxin If you ain't tryin' to get popped, then give me a option Helicopters choppin' from Philly to Compton The Jones is the richest since the Smiths
are shakin?, my nose is twitchin? My eyeballs are real gigantic I'm layin? in bed, with a throbbin? head And I'm trippin? on widespread panic ?Cause
hands? There's a bittersweet note to be found inside every sad tune Your heart seemed to wax, and then waned like a phase of the moon And in panic, or
I smoke and sell more coke than coca-cola do I'm built to last, up in that ass my crew makes all the noise How you lookin like emmitt smith, runnin back
darkness I slowly slip in it Murder by the minute, true confessions of a Smith and Wesson Livin' in Detroit all my life caused me to 'Mental Stress' and 'Panic
'm gone You do might think that I'm a fanatic A phone call from Utah and I'm throwing a panic So kick it from the root when we break it on down Jimmy Smith
Yeah, testing, testing, one two Uhh, one Press the panic button, God We be the crew, guess who, the Jayou R A double S I C We're in the place to be,
(What, what?) There's just one thing that I, would like to say (Yeah, it's goin' down) We got tension in suspense, theme in variation Train robbery, panic
Roll Up, Get Ya Throat Cut Catch A Buck Fifth, Watch Yo Chest Lift Dope Rhymes, Cause The Small Eyes Take A Smith Bitch Im Tryin To Make Yo Nose Bleed