D (5th pos.) w/riff 1 E (7th pos.) chord only He looked a lot like Che Guevara. Drove a diesel van.
D (5th pos.) w/riff 1 E (7th pos.) chord only 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.
D w/riff 1 E Panic in Detroit.
verse 2 (same as before) 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.
chorus 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.
verse 3 Having scored a million dollars, made a run back home. Found him slumped across a 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.
go out on intro rhythm, I prefer massive whammy and feedback abuse