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