Chorus

I they’d bring the Panthers would come back / Give a all sheer heart attacks

I wish the Panthers would come back around

And while we’re at it Malcolm X / never paid my first or last respects

It’s getting lonely down here on the ground

I don’t see any rifles / but I’m sure that they’re out there

Waiting in some railroad yard / for everyone to share

I don’t need total mayhem / but the violence might surprise you

Who you need to protect / and what you can’t defend

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We’ve all had inner visions / and the inner city blues

But when we light the fire next time / we’ll make more than some evening news

I wish the Panthers would come back around / Down here on the ground

© Greg Alexander