Bruce Springsteen
A, Am, D, Dm, G
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.