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The Doors

There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles, (She came..)

Blood in the streets, it's up to my knee, (She came..)

Blood in the streets in town of Chicago. (She came..)

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.



(She came.)

Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness, yea. (She came.)

Blood in the streets, it's up to my thigh. (She came.)

Yeah, the river runs red down the legs of the city, (She came.)

The women are crying red rivers of weeping.



She came in 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 phantaslic 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 in town of Chicago.

Blood on the rise, it's following me.