Panic In Detroit
He looked a lot like Che GuevaraDrove a diesel vanKept his gun in quiet seclusion, such a humble manThe only survivor of the National People's Gang
Panic in DetroitI asked for an autographHe wanted to stay homeI wish someone would phonePanic in Detroit
He laughed at accidental sirens that broke the evening gloomThe police had warned of repercussionsThey followed none too soonA trickle of strangers were all that were left alive
Panic in DetroitI asked for an autographHe wanted to stay homeI wish someone would phonePanic in Detroit
Putting on some clothes I made my way to schoolAnd found my teacher crouching in his overallsI screamed and ran to smash my favourite slot machineAnd jumped the silent cars that slept at traffic lights
Having scored a trillion dollars, made a run back homeFound him slumped across the tableA gun and me aloneI ran to the window looked for a plane or two
Panic in DetroitHe'd left me an autograph"Let me collect dust"I wish someone would phonePanic in Detroit