 Peace Frog
PEACE FROG
There`s blood in the streets,
It`s up to my ankles.
There`s blood in the streets,
It`s up to my knees.
There`s blood in the street,
The town of Chicago.
Blood on the rise,
It`s followin` me.
Just about the break of day.
She came in town,
And 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 thighs.
The river runs down
The leg of the city.
The women are crying
Red rivers of weeping.
She came in town,
And then she drove away,
Sunlight in her hair.
-spoken- Indians scattered on dawn`s highway bleeding,
ghosts crowd the young child`s fragile,
egg-shell mind.
Blood in the streets,
In the town of New Haven.
Blood stains the roofs
And the palm tress of Venice.
Blood in my love,
In the terrible summer;
Bloody red sun of
fantastic 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.
There`s blood in the streets,
It`s up to my knees.
There`s blood in the street,
The town of Chicago.
Blood on the rise,
It`s followin` me...
The Doors
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