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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
- Album:
- No Plan EP
- Blackstar
- Conversations in Space
- Nothing Has Changed - 2CD
- Changes
- FIVE YEARS 1969-1973
- The Next Day
- Reality
- Heathen
- David Bowie (1998)
- Deram Anthology 1966-68
- Earthling
- Outside
- The Buddha Of Suburbia
- Early On (1964-66)
- Tin Machine II
- Sound + Vision
- Never Let Me Down
- Tonight
- Ziggy Stardust: The Motion Picture