Tytuł: Panic In Detroit

• Wykonawca: David Bowie
• Wyświetleń: 214

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