There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles,
There's blood on the streets, it's up to my knee.
Blood on the streets in the town of Chicago,
Blood on the rise, it's following me.
She came and then she drove away,
Sunlight in her hair.
Blood in 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 sity
The women are crying rivers of weeping.
She came and then she drove away,
Sunlight in her hair.
Indians scattered on a dawn's highway bleeding,
ghosts crawd the young child's 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 will be born in the birth of a nation.
Blood is the rose of mysterious union.
Blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles,
Blood on the streets, it'up to my knee.
Blood on the streets in the town of Chicago,
Blood on the rise, it's following me.
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