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