Lyrics:

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