
"Panic on the streets of London . . .

. . . I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again ?

. . . But Honey Pie, you're not safe here
So you run down
To the safety of the town . . .

. . . Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
IT SAYS NOTHING TO ME ABOUT MY LIFE . . ."
I mostly agree with the sentiment; however, the method is ALL WRONG. I'm just saying.
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