Woorden: The Doors. Peace Frog.

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
She came...
Just about the break of day

She came, 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
The river runs down the legs of the city
The women are crying red rivers of weeping

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 egg-shell 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 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 of the town of Chicago
Blood on the rise, it's following me