Text Písně: 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

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