There’s

blood

in

the

streets,

it’s

up

to

my

an-

kles

There’s

blood

on

the

streets,

it’s

up

to

my

knee

Blood

on

the

streets

the

town

of

Chi-

ca-

go

Blood

on

the

rise,

it’s

fol-

lo-

wing

me

Think

a-

bout

the

break

of

day

She

came

and

then

she

dro-

ve

a-

way

Sun-

light

in

her

hair

Blood

in

the

streets

runs

a

riv-

er

of

sad-

ness

Blood

in

the

streets

it’s

up

to

my

thigh

Yeah

the

ri-

ver

runs

red

down

the

legs

of

the

ci-

ty

The

wo-

men

are

crying

the

ri-

vers

of

wee-

pin'

She

came

in

town

and

then

she

dro-

ve

a-

way

Sun-

light

in

her

hair

In-

di-

ans

scat-

tered

on

dawn’s

high-

way

blee-

ding

Ghosts

crowd

the

young

child’s

fra-

gile

egg-

shell

mind

Blood

in

the

streets

in

the

town

of

New

Ha-

ven

Blood

stains

the

roofs

and

the

palm

trees

of

Ve-

nice

Blood

in

my

love

in

the

ter-

ri-

ble

sum-

mer

Bloo-

dy

red

sun

of

Phan-

tas-

tic

L.

A.

Blood

screams

the

pain

they

chop

off

her

fin-

gers

Blood

will

be

born

in

the

birth

of

a

na-

tion

Blood

is

the

rose

of

mys-

te-

ri-

ous

u-

nion

There’s

blood

in

the

streets,

it’s

up

to

my

an-

kles

Blood

in

the

streets,

it’s

up

to

my

knee

Blood

in

the

streets

in

town

of

Chi-

ca-

go

Blood

on

the

rise,

it’s

fol-

lo-

wing

me