Panic In Detroit

Panic In Detroit - The Bowie Knives

He looked a lot like Che Guevara drove a diesel van

Kep this 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

Panic in Detroit

Panic in Detroit