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Panic in Detroit

David Bowie

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 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