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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizePanic In Detroit
Ah ooohHe looked a lot like Che Guevara, drove a diesel vanKept his gun in quiet seclusion, such a humble manThe only survivor of the National People's GangPanic in Detroit, I asked for an autographHe wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phonePanic in Detroit (oh oh oh aahh, oh oh oh aahh)He laughed at accidental sirens that broke the evening gloomThe police had warned of repercussionsThey followed none too soonA trickle of strangers were all that were left alivePanic in Detroit, I asked for an autographHe wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phonePanic in Detroit (oh oh oh aahh, ah ah ah aahh)Putting on some clothes I made my way to schoolAnd I found my teacher crouching in his overallsI screamed and ran to smash my favourite slot machine (oh oh oh)And jumped the silent cars that slept at traffic lightsHaving scored a trillion dollars, made a run back homeFound him slumped across the table. A gun and me aloneI ran to the window. Looked for a plane or twoPanic in Detroit. He'd left me an autograph"Let me collect dust." I wish someone would phonePanic in DetroitPanic in DetroitPanic in Detroit
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