Panic In Detroit

Oh-ooh

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 (oh, oh)
Panic in Detroit

Putting on some clothes, I made my way to school (ooh, ooh)
I found my teacher crouching in his overalls
I screamed and ran to smash my favorite slot machine (ooh, ooh)
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 (yeah, yeah)
Let me collect dust, I wish someone would phone (yeah, yeah)

(Oh) panic in Detroit
Panic in Detroit (oh, oh-oh-oh)
Panic in Detroit

(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh) ow!
(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh)