streets of minneapolis

Bruce Springsteen

Through the winter s ice and cold
Down Nicolett Avenue
A city aflame fought fire and ice
Neath an occupier s boots
King Trump s private army from the DHS
Guns belted to their coats
Came to Minneapolis to enforce the law
Or so their story goes

Against smoke and rubber bullets
In the dawn s early light
Citizens stood for justice
Their voices ringing through the night
And there were bloody footprints
Where mercy should have stood
And two dead, left to die on snow-filled streets
Alex Pretti and Renee Good

Oh, our Minneapolis, I hear your voice
Singing through the bloody mist
We ll take our stand for this land
And the stranger in our midst
Here in our home, they killed and roamed
In the winter of 26
We ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis

Trump s federal thugs beat up on
His face and his chest
Then we heard the gunshots
And Alex Pretti lay in the snow dead
Their claim was self-defense, sir
Just don t believe your eyes
It s our blood and bones
And these whistles and phones
Against Miller and Noem s dirty lies

Oh, our Minneapolis, I hear your voice
Crying through the bloody mist
We ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis

Now they say they re here to uphold the law
But they trample on our rights
If your skin is black or brown, my friend
You can be questioned or deported on sight
In our chants of ICE out now
Our city s heart and soul persists
Through broken glass and bloody tears
On the streets of Minneapolis

Oh, our Minneapolis, I hear your voice
Singing through the bloody mist
Here in our home, they killed and roamed
In the winter of 26
We ll take our stand for this land
And the stranger in our midst
We ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis
We ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis