Boa noite!

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 Renee Good

Oh, our 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 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 

Crying 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 

Singing 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 

On the streets of Minneapolis 

ICE out (ICE out)

Bruce Springsteen