Bum Bum Bum - Cass McCombs

The white dog of the farm still breeds

She’s off her leash to tear flesh and teach

Bum, bum, bum

You think you’ve heard it all before

Well, here’s once more, we’re all at war

Bum, bum, bum

Blood in the streets, our eternal river

I know the killer, he counts my silver

Bum, bum, bum

They ambushed them behind the reeds

These are our seeds, white dog still breeds

Bum, bum, bum

They say, «Buy when there’s blood in the streets

Even if the blood is your own»

So they employed men far away

To turn against their home

Centuries in the distant mist

But it’s not a dream

No, it ain’t no dream, it’s all too real

How long until this river of blood congeals?

Bum, bum, bum

And eulogies poured from the stage

But nothing changed, the dog was caged

Bum, bum, bum

And white bread artists won’t even look at you

When they know it’s true, what you gonna do?

Bum, bum, bum

Thought I heard some woman screaming

And I sat up in my bed

And I went over to the window

And I saw him in the cold street, lying dead

Oh, please tell me, you academics

How do you wake up from a non-dream?

No, it ain’t no dream, it’s all too real

How long until this river of blood congeals?

Bum, bum, bum

Sent a letter to my congressman

The Ku Klux Klan, from my pierced hands

Bum, bum, bum

They sent me back an Apple phone

A fine-hair comb and a bell tolled

Bum, bum, bum

The phone rang once and the line went dead

All blood runs red, white pups still bred

Bum, bum, bum