THE DOORS PEACE FROG, LIVE IN NEW YORK (1970) Krieger)

Lyrics: 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, 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 went away, Sunlight in her hair. Indians scattered on dawn s highway. Bleeding ghosts crowd the young childs fragile eggshell 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 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