Lyrics Panic In Detroit (For John Anderson) - Christian Death

Panic In Detroit (For John Anderson)

He looked a lot like Che Guevera, 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 million 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 to two
Panic in Detroit.
He’d left me an Autograph
«Let me collect dust."I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit