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
An' found my teacher crouching in his overalls
I screamed and ran to smash my favourite slot machine
An' 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 fun 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