Cass McCombs - Bum Bum Bum download song

Song Lyrics

White pups still bred, buy when there s blood in the streets
And i went over to the window, they sent me back an apple phone
Even if the blood is your own, sent a letter to my congressman McCombs, how long until
You academics, even if the blood is your own, these are our seeds
All blood runs red, blood in the streets
they sent me back an apple phone
When they know it s true, how do you wake up from a non-dream
but it s not a dream

I know the killer, she s off her leash Bum, and i went over to the window
white pups still bred
He counts my silver, but it s not a dream
what you gonna do
I know the killer, how do you wake up from a non-dream
Sent a letter to my congressman, here s once more
white dog still breeds
and white bread artists won t even look at you

To turn against their home, i know the killer
We re all at war, to tear flesh and teach
how do you wake up from a non-dream
from my pierced hands
I know the killer, it s all too real
Please tell me, it ain t no dream, this river of blood congeals
Centuries in the distant mist, they ambushed them behind the reeds
It ain t no dream, the ku klux klan

And eulogies poured from the stage, we re all at war Cass, centuries in the distant mist
It s all too real, thought i heard some woman screaming Bum, what you gonna do
please tell me
The phone rang once and the line went dead, this river of blood congeals
to turn against their home
and i sat up in my bed
you think you ve heard it all before
We re all at war, he counts my silver

To turn against their home, she s off her leash
this river of blood congeals
And eulogies poured from the stage, centuries in the distant mist, this river of blood congeals
The phone rang once and the line went dead, sent a letter to my congressman Bum, to turn against their home
You academics, how do you wake up from a non-dream
He counts my silver, the ku klux klan, when they know it s true
Centuries in the distant mist, a fine-hair comb
How do you wake up from a non-dream, to tear flesh and teach, buy when there s blood in the streets

The dog was caged, white dog still breeds, thought i heard some woman screaming
You think you ve heard it all before, centuries in the distant mist
And i saw him in the cold street, to turn against their home
When they know it s true, blood in the streets, she s off her leash
To tear flesh and teach, white pups still bred McCombs, our eternal river
our eternal river
But nothing changed, and eulogies poured from the stage
And i went over to the window, this river of blood congeals

the phone rang once and the line went dead
And i went over to the window, you academics
But it s not a dream, blood in the streets
White dog still breeds, when they know it s true
We re all at war, i know the killer, she s off her leash
You think you ve heard it all before, how do you wake up from a non-dream