Текст и слова песни David Bowie – Panic In Detroit (Outtake From A 1979 Recording)
Looked a lot like Che Guevara, drove a diesel van
He 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
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
Found my teacher crouching in his overalls
I screamed and ran to smash my favorite slot machine
And I jumped the silent cars that slept at traffic lights
{That is correct, now spell Detroit
You are incorrect, Panic is spelled P A N I C
P A N I C, P A N I C}
Having scored a trillion dollars, I made a run back home
Found him slumped across the table, a gun and me alone
I ran to the window and looked for a plane or two
Panic in Detroit, he'd left me an autograph and
Let me collect dust, I wish someone would phone,
Panic in Detroit, panic in Detroit, panic in
He 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
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
Found my teacher crouching in his overalls
I screamed and ran to smash my favorite slot machine
And I jumped the silent cars that slept at traffic lights
{That is correct, now spell Detroit
You are incorrect, Panic is spelled P A N I C
P A N I C, P A N I C}
Having scored a trillion dollars, I made a run back home
Found him slumped across the table, a gun and me alone
I ran to the window and looked for a plane or two
Panic in Detroit, he'd left me an autograph and
Let me collect dust, I wish someone would phone,
Panic in Detroit, panic in Detroit, panic in
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