[00:00.00] 作曲 : Cass McCombs
[00:37.60]The white dog of the farm still breeds
[00:40.26]She's off her leash
[00:41.82]To tear flesh and teach
[00:44.50]Bum bum bum
[00:48.96]You think you've heard it all before
[00:52.11]Well, here's once more
[00:53.73]We're all at war
[00:56.45]Bum bum bum
[01:01.57]Blood in the streets, our eternal river
[01:04.36]I know the killer
[01:05.93]He counts my silver
[01:08.35]Bum bum bum
[01:13.47]They ambushed them behind the reeds
[01:16.15]These are our seeds
[01:17.76]White dog still breeds
[01:20.30]Bum bum bum
[01:37.23]They say, “Buy when there's blood in the streets
[01:42.90]Even if the blood is your own”
[01:49.03]So they employed men far away
[01:55.05]To turn against their home
[02:01.01]Centuries in the distant mist
[02:07.03]But it's not a dream
[02:12.96]No, it ain't no dream, it's all too real
[02:16.19]How long until
[02:17.46]This river of blood congeals?
[02:20.03]Bum bum bum
[02:25.20]And eulogies poured from the stage
[02:27.93]But nothing changed
[02:29.35]The dog was caged
[02:31.92]Bum bum bum
[02:37.04]And white bread artists won't even look at you
[02:39.92]When they know it's true
[02:41.29]What you gonna do?
[02:43.92]Bum bum bum
[02:48.79]Thought I heard some woman screaming
[02:54.70]And I sat up in my bed
[03:00.66]And I went over to the window
[03:06.68]And I saw him in the cold street, lying dead
[03:12.65]Oh, please tell me, you academics
[03:18.67]How do you wake up from a non-dream?
[03:24.63]No, it ain't no dream, it’s all too real
[03:27.67]How long until
[03:29.15]This river of blood congeals?
[03:31.67]Bum bum bum
[03:36.58]Sent a letter to my congressman
[03:39.47]The Ku Klux Klan
[03:41.13]From my pierced hands
[03:43.67]Bum bum bum
[03:48.48]They sent me back an Apple phone
[03:51.61]A fine-hair comb
[03:53.09]And a bell tolled
[03:55.56]Bum bum bum
[04:00.61]The phone rang once and the line went dead
[04:03.45]All blood runs red
[04:05.07]White pups still bred
[04:07.54]Bum bum bum

作曲 : 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