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