The Doors – 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


Source: RedPillMedia
Songwriters: John Densmore / Robby Krieger / James Morrison / Ray Manzarek

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