Streets of Minneapolis

Through the winter's ice and cold, down Euclid 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 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

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 Pretty lay in the snow dead.

Your 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 Nome's dirty lies.

Oh, I'm Minneapolis, I hear your voice

Crying through the bloody mist.

We'll remember the names of those who died on the streets of many

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 site

in our chance of

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.