AUDIO Bruce Springsteen Releases 'Streets of Minneapolis', Anti-ICE Protest Song: 'We Will Remember the Names of Those Who Died in the Streets'

Bruce Springsteen released a newly composed song, “Streets of Minneapolis,” on Wednesday in response to what he called the “state terror descending upon the city of Minneapolis.” The song is dedicated to the city, to “our immigrant neighbors” and to the memory of the residents killed by ICE agents, Renee Good and Alex Pretti.

“I composed this song on Saturday, I recorded it yesterday and I present it to you today as a response to the state terror that is descending on the city of Minneapolis. It is dedicated to the residents of Minneapolis, our innocent immigrant neighbors and in memory of Alex Pretti and Renee Good”, announced Bruce Springsteen on Facebook, quoted by News.ro.

The lyrics describe how “a city on fire fought fire and ice (ICE, no) under the boots of the occupant,” whom Springsteen describes as “King Trump's private army of DHS.”

The title is a reference to Springsteen's “Streets of Philadelphia,” the Oscar-winning song from the soundtrack of the movie “Philadelphia.”

“Streets Of Minneapolis” Lyrics

Through the winter frost and bitter ice, on Nicollet Avenue, a burning city fought fire and ice under the boots of its occupants.

Trump's private army from DHS, with guns on their belts, has come to Minneapolis to “enforce the law,” or so they say.

Against smoke and rubber bullets, in the early light of dawn, citizens stood up for justice, their voices echoing through the night.

And bloody footprints were left where mercy should have been. And two lives were extinguished on snowy streets: Alex Pretti and Renee Good – real people, killed in these troubled days in Minneapolis.

Minneapolis, I hear your voice singing through the bloody fog. We will preserve our dignity for this land and for the stranger in our midst.

In our house, in the winter of '26, they killed and roamed. We will remember the names of those who died on the streets of Minneapolis.

Trump's federal thugs have struck cruelly, in the face and in the chest. Then the shots rang out and Alex Pretti lay lifeless in the snow.

They say it was in self-defense—sir, but don't believe what you see. Our blood and bones, our whistles and phones are raised against the dirty lies of the powerful.

Minneapolis, I hear your voice crying through the bloody fog. We will keep the names of those who died on the streets of Minneapolis.

Now they say they are here to enforce the law, but they trample on our rights. If you have black or brown skin, my friend, you can be questioned or deported on the spot.

With chants of “ICE out now,” the heart and soul of our city persists, through broken glass and tears of blood on the streets of Minneapolis.

Minneapolis, I hear your voice singing through the bloody fog. Here in our house they killed and roamed in the winter of '26.

We will stand for this land and for the stranger in our midst. We will remember the names of those who died on the streets of Minneapolis.

We will remember the names of those who died on the streets of Minneapolis.