Panic in Detroit

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, 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 found my teacher crouching in his overall

I screamed and ran to smash my favorite 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