text: 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
  Think about the break of day
  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
  Yeah, the river runs red down the legs of the city
  The women are crying rivers of weepin’
  She came into town and then she drove away
  Sunlight in her hair
  Indians scattered on dawn’s highway bleeding
  Ghosts crowd the young child’s 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 the pain 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 in the town of Chicago
  Blood on the rise, it’s following me