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

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,
And 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

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
Blood in the streets,
It’s up to my knees

Blood in the street,
The town of Chicago
Blood on the rise,
It’s followin’ me