LYRICS
Ah oooh
He looked a lot like Che Guevara drove a diesel van
Kept his gun in quiet seclusion such a humble man
The only survivor of the National People's Gang
Panic in Detroit I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit
He laughed at accidental sirens that broke the evening gloom
The police had warned of repercussions
They followed none too soon
A trickle of strangers were all that were left alive
Panic in Detroit I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit
Putting on some clothes I made my way to school
And I found my teacher crouching in his overalls
I screamed and ran to smash my favourite slot machine
And jumped the silent cars that slept at traffic lights
Having scored a trillion dollars made a run back home
Found him slumped across the table A gun and me alone
I ran to the window Looked for a plane or two
Panic in Detroit He'd left me an autograph
"Let me collect dust " I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit
Panic in Detroit
Panic in Detroit
Aoo