Streets of Minneapolis

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 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 pretty and renee good

oh 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, Hillmen 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 Pretty lay in the snow dead.

Their claim was self-defense, so just don't believe your eyes.

It's our blood and bones and these whistles and phones against Miller and Nome's dirty

lies.

Oh, our Minneapolis, I hear your voice crying through the bloody mist.

Oh, 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 chains of ice out now, our city's heart and soul persists.

Through broken glass and bloody tears

On the streets of Minneapolis

Oh, 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.