Peace Frog

            Gm                        C          Bb 
    There''s blood in the streets it''s up to my ankles,  
    Gm                        C           Bb 
    Blood in the streets it''s up to my knee;  
    Gm                        C             Bb 
    Blood in the streets, the town of Chicago.  
    Gm                       C        Bb 
    Blood on the rise, it''s following me.  
  
    Gm        C        Bb 
  
    Gm                       C  Bb 
    Just about the break of day.  
  
Em                     G 
    She came, then she drove away,  
    F#m              A 
    Sunlight in her hair.  
  

    Gm                          C           Bb 
    Blood on the streets runs a river of sadness.  
    Gm                         C            Bb 
    Blood in the streets, it''s up to my thigh. 
        Gm                   C          Bb 
    The river runs down the legs of the city;  
        Gm                   C            Bb 
    The women are crying red rivers of weeping.  
  
Em                                G 
    She came in town and then she drove away,  
    F#m               A 
    Sunlight in her hair. 
  
    Ab 
  
    B 
  
Guitar Solo 
  
Em Em Em Em    Em Em Em-Em-Em-Em 
Gm  C (x6) 
  
    N.C. 
    Indians scattered on dawn''s highway. 
    Bleeding ghosts crowd the young childs fragile eggshell mind. 
  
    D7 
  
 
    Gm             C      Bb 
    Blood in the streets of the 
    Gm           C    Bb 
    town of New Haven;  
    Gm               C         Bb 
    Blood stains the roofs and the 
    Gm                  C  Bb 
    palm trees of Venice.  
    Gm          C       Bb  Gm       C  Bb 
    Blood in my love in the terrible summer;  
  
    Gm           C    Bb    Gm         C  Bb 
    Bloody red sun of fan - tastic L.A.  
    Gm                              C               Bb 
    Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers.  
    Gm                        C            Bb 
    Blood will be born in the birth of a nation;  
    Gm                   C        Bb   Gm    C  Bb 
    Blood is the rose of mysterious    union.  
  
Outro: 
            Gm                        C          Bb 
    There''s blood in the streets it''s up to my ankles,  
    Gm                        C           Bb 
    Blood in the streets it''s up to my knee;  
    Gm                        C             Bb 
    Blood in the streets, the town of Chicago.  
    Gm                       C        Bb 
    Blood on the rise, it''s following me.  
  
    Gm    C   Fmaj7