Karaoké Streets of Minneapolis Bruce Springsteen

Through the winter's ice and cold

Down Nicollet 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 ringin' 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 Renée Good

Oh our Minneapolis

I hear your voice singin' 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 twenty-six

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 cryin' 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 singin' through the bloody mist

Here in our home they killed and roamed in the winter of twenty-six

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 in the streets of Minneapolis