The wheels
weren't chocked and the wagon started
rolling
We're headed down the
hill -- get out of the
way
We'll never make the
bend down at the bottom
There's gonna be
trouble, gonna be hell to pay
Something
bad's about to happen
And there's nowhere to
run and no place to hide
Too late now to leap
from the wagon
Hang onto your hiney,
we're in for a ride
Panic . .
. Panic attack .
. .
Panic . .
. Panic attack .
. .
Panic . .
. Panic attack .
. .
Don't panic!
Our dreamhouse
was built on a weak foundation
And a hurricane is on
its way up from the south
The tide's rising and
the sand's started shifting
No two ways about it,
our house is coming down
There's a
disaster about to happen
We got nowhere to run
and no place to hide
Causeway has been
washed away
Stormsurge is due to
hit when the tide is high
Panic . .
. Panic attack .
. .
Panic . .
. Panic attack .
. .
Panic . .
. Panic attack .
. .
Don't panic!
Dreaming in my
seat on a transatlantic flight
There are men in the
aisles with guns in their
hands
They tell me to be calm
and just go back to
sleep
Things are going on
here that I don't understand
Are awful
things about to happen?
We got nowhere to run
and no place to hide
Is this plane headed
for the airport?
Or is a building ahead
and we're going to collide?
Panic . .
. Panic attack .
. .
Panic . .
. Panic attack .
. .
Panic . .
. Panic attack .
. .
Don't panic!
--
by Josh Wachtel and Alexei Panshin
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