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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