She clad in the streets, it's up to my ankles She clad in the streets, it's up to my knees She clad in the streets, the town of Chicago She clad on the rise and followed me She didn't mind the break of day She came in and she threw away the sunlight in her hair She clad in the streets on the river of sadness She clad in the streets, it's up to my thighs Yeah, the river runs red down the left of the city No women in the crowded rivers are weeping She came in and she threw away the sunlight in her hair She came in and she threw away the sunlight in her hair She came in and she threw away the sunlight in her hair Indians scattered on John's Highway bleeding Ghosts crowding in child's fragile eggshell mud Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice Blood ain't my love in the terrible summer Bloody red sun of fantastic L.A. Blood squeezes the brain to chop off the fingers Blood will be born in the birth of a nation Blood is the rose of mysterious humor Yeah, blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles Blood in the streets, it's up to my knees Blood in the streets, the town of Chicago Blood on the rise is following me