Panic In Detroit - Outtake from a 1979 Recording

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 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
 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
 Panic in Detroit
 Panic in Detroit
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Duration
02:59
Key
11
Tempo
121 BPM

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