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 favourite 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