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 drove away,
Sunlight in her hair.
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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 fan - tastic L..
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.