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Thursday, June 08, 2006

Murder/Suicide After Iron Forge Raid

Disgusting Act Kills Three; Rest in Peace and Good Luck in Your New Life

There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles
She came
There's blood on the streets, it's up to my knee
She came
Blood on the streets in the town of Chicago
She came
Blood on the rise, it's following me

Think about the break of day
She came and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
She came

Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness
She came
Blood in the streets it's up to my thigh
She came
Yeah the river runs red down the legs of the city
She came

The women are crying rivers of weepin'
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 eggshell 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 the pain 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 in the town of Chicago
Blood on the rise, it's following me

1 comments:

Sans said...

I'm sorry. Sometimes my anger knows no bounds, and you are usually the only one who can push me far enough to do things I later regret.

 

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