Panic In Detroit (For John Anderson) - Christian Death

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