Panic In Detroit (Live) Songtext / Lyric

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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

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



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