There`s blood in the streets it`s up to my ankles, blood in the streets it`s up to my knee; Blood in the streets, the town of Chicago. Blood on the rise, it`s following me. Just about the break of day.
She came, then she drove away, sunlight in her hair.
Blood on the streets runs a river of sadness. Blood in the streets, it`s up to my thigh. The river runs down the legs of the city; The women are crying red rivers of weeping.
She came in town and then she went away, sunlight in her hair.
Indians scattered on dawn`s highway. Bleeding ghosts crowd the young childs fragile eggshell mind.
Blood in the streets of 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 fantastic 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.
There`s blood in the streets it`s up to my ankles, blood in the streets it`s up to my knee; Blood in the streets, the town of Chicago. Blood on the rise, it`s following me.
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