Ezra Furman & The Harpoons
Panic Attacks I Can’t Relax
Lately I've been having panic attacks
Once I'm there I can never get back
Oh panic, panic, I can't relax
Panic, panic, hey, hey
My palms sweat and my fingertips shake
I can't tell if I'm a real or a fake
Oh panic, panic and I can't relate
Panic, panic, hey, hey
In the back of a rusty truck
Screaming bloody murder
And my hands are all tied up
I go to parties
I don't know how to act
It's time to [?] I can't relax
Why can't I ever come out god damnit
Why can't I ever find a home on this planet
Oh panic, panic and I 'm so unbalanced
Panic, panic, hey
I just can't quit running around
The big speakers make a terrible sound
Oh panic, panic and I can't calm down
Panic, panic, hey, hey, hey