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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