Panic on the streets of Gangneung
Panic on the streets of Jumunjin
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again?
The Seoul side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself
Hopes may rise on the Namdaechon
But choco pie, you're not safe here
So you run down
To the safety of the maeul
But there's panic on the streets of Tekji
Daegu, Donghae, Ibam-dong
I wonder to myself
Burn down the dabang
Hang the blessed 'Joshi
Because the phlegm that they constantly spit
It says nothing to me about my life
Hang the blessed 'Joshi
Because the phlegm they constantly spit
On the Seoul side-streets that you slip down
The provincial maeuls you jog 'round
Hang the 'Joshi, hang the 'Joshi, hang the 'Joshi
Hang the 'Joshi, hang the 'Joshi, hang the 'Joshi
(PS The Smiths rock)
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