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  The white dog of the farm still breeds 
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She's off her leash 
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To tear flesh and teach 
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 Bum bum bum 

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You think you've heard it all before 
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Well, here's once more 
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We're all at war 
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  Bum bum bum 

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Blood in the streets, our eternal river 
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I know the killer 
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He counts my silver 
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  Bum bum bum 

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They ambushed them behind the reeds 
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These are our seeds 
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White dog still breeds 
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  Bum bum bum 

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  They say, (Buy when there's blood in the streets 
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Even if the blood is your own) 
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So they employed men far away 
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To turn against their home 
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  Centuries in the distant mist 
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 But it's not a dream 

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No, it ain't no dream, it's all too real 
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How long until 
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This river of blood congeals? 
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 Bum bum bum 

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And eulogies poured from the stage 
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But nothing changed 
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The dog was caged 
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 Bum bum bum 
                      
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And white bread artists won't even look at you 
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When they know it's true 
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What you gonna do? 
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Thought I heard some woman screaming 
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And I sat up in my bed 
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And I went over to the window 
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And I saw him in the cold street, lying dead 
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   Oh, please tell me, you academics 
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   How do you wake up from a non-dream? 

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No, it ain't no dream, it’s all too real 
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How long until 
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This river of blood congeals? 
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  Bum bum bum 

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Sent a letter to my congressman 
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The Ku Klux Klan 
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From my pierced hands 
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  Bum bum bum 

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They sent me back an Apple phone 
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A fine-hair comb 
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And a bell tolled 
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  Bum bum bum 

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The phone rang once and the line went dead 
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All blood runs red 
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White pups still bred 
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  Bum bum bum 

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