Guess were all in trouble, huh? Black clouds are upon us And its doomsday on the other side of town. That boy survived a severed head When most would just give up for dead, So I said: "Al B. dont get so upset." We all get scared of sticking out our necks Its expected! So panic. Its time to lose control! Turn off your radio! Youre gonna feel alright! Lets do the panic tonight!
This place is turning upside down, And shaking all of our change out, And Charlottes tossing her hair to the hounds - But its her head they want on the wall Right next to the screeching owl, And I dont like this party Or the sound Of people walking across you when youre down. And thats it! So panic. Its time to lose control! Turn up your radio! Yeah you can bring your friends! So we all do the panic again |
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