christian death - panic in detroit lyrics
by 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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