I guess we�re all in trouble, huh?
Black clouds are upon us
And it�s 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. don�t get so upset."
We all get scared of sticking out our necks
It�s expected!
So panic.
It�s time to lose control!
Turn off your radio!
You�re gonna feel alright!
Let�s do the panic tonight!
This place is turning upside down,
And shaking all of our change out,
And Charlotte�s tossing her hair to the hounds -
But it�s her head they want on the wall
Right next to the screeching owl,
And I don�t like this party
Or the sound
Of people walking across you when you�re down.
And that�s it!
So panic.
It�s time to lose control!
Turn up your radio!
Yeah you can bring your friends!
So we all do the panic again