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
Panic in Detroit
Panic in Detroit
