Australian band Lunar Circus. Singer-songwriter Howard Jackson was never short of lyrics. These days Howard and Arron Fletcher do a finger breaking two acoustic guitar version around the Sydney traps as Zedblunt. The office the traffic The pace is so fantastic Its frantic, Im panting Everything can hurt you Uh oh, Oh no A light says, go, go, go Uh-oh, OH NO! TV dinner, finger licker Put it on your bumper sticker Make you thinner Make you sicker Make you strong and tall, Oh! Do aerobics, aerobatics Join a club and be fanatic Get a habit, be dramatic Here we go again! Bip bong, bop bing The towers, the scenery Carnivorous machinery No flowers, no greenery Nothing left at all, And! Oh my, oh me It goes continuously Honk honk, Beep beep Dont Panic! Dont fold Dont panic Cause theyll leave you Where you fall And, although I hope That no one wants to hurt me Theres screaming in my ceiling Knockings on my feelings Every day and night I hear the idiots fight Hypnotised by sirens And by flashing lights Following the arrows Turning left and right Watching all my daydreams Floating out the windscreen 4,3,2,1, One more pop religion 5,4,3 Too many old traditions 1 and 2 and 3 and For the inquisitions Making the divisions Making the decisions Dont Panic! Dont fold Dont panic Cause theyll leave you Where you fall And although I hope That no one wants to hurt me Theres screaming in my ceiling Knockings on my feelings Wait! No haste No hate, no waste No money, no serenity No kids, no pets …