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The white dog of the farm still breeds

She's off her leash

To tear flesh and teach

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You think you've heard it all before

Well, here's once more

We're all at war

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Blood in the streets, our eternal river

I know the killer

He counts my silver

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They ambushed them behind the reeds

These are our seeds

White dog still breeds

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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?

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And eulogies poured from the stage

But nothing changed

The dog was caged

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And white bread artists won't even look at you

When they know it's true

What you gonna do?

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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?

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Sent a letter to my congressman

The Ku Klux Klan

From my pierced hands

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They sent me back an Apple phone

A fine-hair comb

And a bell tolled

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The phone rang once and the line went dead

All blood runs red

White pups still bred

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