Thereīs blood in the streets, itīs up to my ankles
She came
Blood in the streets, itīs up to my knee
She came
Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago
She came
Blood on the rise, itīs following me
Think about the break of day
She came and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
She came
Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness
She came
Blood in the streets itīs up to my thigh
She came
Yeah the river runs red down the legs of a city
She came
The women are crying red rivers of weepinī
She came into town and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
Indians scattered on dawnīs highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young childīs fragile eggshell mind
Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven
Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice
Blood in my love in the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of Phantastic L.A.
Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers
Blood will be born in the birth of a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious union
Thereīs blood in the streets, itīs up to my ankles
Blood in the streets, itīs up to my knee
Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago
Blood on the rise, itīs following me
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