Cass McCombs - Bum Bum Bum lyrics
[Cass McCombs - Bum Bum Bum lyrics]
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
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