Panic Over

More mixin', scratchin', cuttin' up ya crack, and
Slicin' up ya backs with my lil ol' axe
Step back, baby, back, baby, cut me some slack!
'cause all the clever kids suffer from panic attacks!
Better move your ass fast 'fore I sellotape the packs (Cry wolf, cry wolf)
And fax ya first class a packs of anthrax (There's no-one here to hear you)
Step back, baby, back, baby, cut me some slack! (Cry wolf, cry wolf)
'cause all the clever kids suffer from panic attacks! (We shall not escape)
More mixin', scratchin', cuttin' up ya crack, and (Cry wolf, cry wolf)
Slicin' up ya backs with my lil ol' axe (We shall not escape)
More mixin', scratchin', cuttin' up ya crack, and (Cry wolf, cry wolf)
Slicin' up ya backs with my lil ol' axe (We shall not escape)
«We shall not escape hell, my passionate sisters!»
Cry wolf, cry wolf
There’s no-one there to hear you
Cry wolf, cry rape
We shall not escape
O, mountains
Mountains solid as the things they never were
They never stir, they just confer
And need each other
Like things do, like we do
Like me when I need you
And sit and wait
We’ve no time to contemplate
And come they will
While all the world is still
Someday
You’re gonna get away
Get up and fly, find your way
Into the world
Someday
You’re gonna get away
Get up and fly, find your way
Into the world
O, mortals
Mortals moving one revolution after next
And having sex
It is the text of things to come
Like things do, like we do
Like me when I need you
And let myself bleed to the music
And feed through
To day after day after day
And it creeps in this petty pace
Through time, through space
The race is rough
And mortals must keep up
Someday
You’re gonna get away
Get up and fly, find your way
Into the world
Someday
You’re gonna get away
Get up and fly, find your way
Into the world
Someday
You’re gonna get away
Get up and fly, find your way
Into the world
Someday
You’re gonna get away
Get up and fly, find your way
Into the world
So if you so desire to fly away
Or be that fire and die away
Or just spin with your galaxy, then fine
So if you so desire to fly away
Or be that fire and die away
Or just spin with your galaxy, then fine
So if you so desire to fly away
Or be that fire and die away
Or just spin with your galaxy, then fine
Then fine, then fine
Every road I walk on
Is paved with gold
Every road