Woorden: The Doors. Peace Frog.

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 of the town of Chicago,
Blood on the rise, it's following me,
Just about the break of day
She came, 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 thigh
The river runs down the legs of the city;
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
Egg-shell 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 screams her brain as the 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 of the town of Chicago,
Blood on the rise, it's following me