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 I wanted to stay home I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit
(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
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
(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
Putting on some clothes, I made my way to school And 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 I 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 left me an autograph "Let me collect dust" I wish someone would phone
