Текст песни Panic In Detroit [Turning In His Grave] (Remixed by Spahn Ranch) - Christian Death
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
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
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
1 Panic In Detroit (Remixed by Numb)
2 Panic In Detroit 1.1 [Whatever] (Remixed by Rosetta Stone)
3 Figurative Theater (Remixed by Die Krupps)
4 Panic In Detroit [Turning In His Grave] (Remixed by Spahn Ranch)
5 Venus In Furs (Remixed by Leæther Strip)
6 Skeleton Kiss (Remixed by Noise Box)
7 Panic In Detroit (Remixed by Zero Gravity)
8 Spiritual Cramp [Symptom Reversal] (Remixed by Joseph Biashara)
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