Tekster: Powderfinger. Vulture Street. Don't Panic.

If I invite danger
It might just do some good for me
Slack jawed little stranger
Slip and shuffle on your feet

If I set a trap
I'll raise suspicion and keep eyes on you
I'll just keep kicking out the cracks
'Til it all falls in on me

Big fat payback bleeding like a smokestack
I'm running, I'm running
We got a dud pump speed bump burning like a fuel dump
I'm coming, I'm coming

Don't panic, don't panic
Don't panic, don't panic

Come and join my collective
Every man and woman for themselves
I never felt so well protected
Just hanging up here on the shelf

There's no way I'm turning back
I'm tired of sailing on the same old seas
I'll just keep kicking out the cracks
'Til it all falls in on me, on me

Big fat payback bleeding like a smokestack
I'm running, I'm running
We got a dud pump speed bump burnin' like a fuel dump
I'm coming, I'm coming

Don't panic, don't panic
Don't panic, don't panic

Take a run for the money
Give you something to show
Now we're almost ready so away I go
Take a run for the money

Take a run for the money
Give you something to show
Now we're almost ready so go cat go

Take a run for the money
Give you something to show
So we're almost ready and away I go