Well you walk just like a tourist
And I know where you're coming from
'Cause you come from the underneath the same stone
That I have often crawled
And I know you need music more than you need love
I know you can get some answers
Tell you where you're coming from

Hang on, don't panic
You feel, you're damaged
Hang on, don't panic
You feel, you're damaged
Answer me now when this has failed
There'll be no release from your jam jar jail

Ethics antiquated, I want them to stay that way
The best thing about this place is that you know that
You'll leave it some day
And I know that you need music more than you need love
Painted beds, pregnant men
Tell you where you're coming from

Hang on, don't panic
You feel, you're damaged
Hang on, don't panic
You feel, you're damaged
And it'll get you in the end
When it fails, your jam jar jail

Hang on, don't panic
You feel, you're damaged
Hang on, don't panic
You feel, you're damaged
And it'll give you a battle hard
Escape

Jam jar jail, jam jar jail
Jam jar jail, jam jar jail
Jam jar jail, jam jar jail
Jam jar jail, jam jar jail
Jam jar jail, jam jar jail
Jam jar jail, jam jar jail

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ANDREW CAIRNS, GRAHAM HOPKINS, MARTIN MCCARRICK, MICHAEL ROBERT MCKEEGAN