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 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