They’re coming, they’re coming,
The Militia are coming,
They’re coming, they’re coming,
To take me away.

It’s rising, it’s rising,
The panic is rising,
It’s rising, it’s rising,
It’s coming out to play.

They’re taking, they’re taking,
The Militia are taking,
They’re taking, they’re taking,
And demanding some pay.

Just because we’re black,
Just because they’re white,
Just because they rule,
While we’re out of sight.

I’m dying, I’m dying,
But hope is not dying,
I’m dying, I’m dying,
I have nothing to say.