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
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