Bum Bum Bum

F  G  Am  C
        F  G  Am  C
        F  G  Am  C
        F  G  Am  C
        F  G  Am  C
        F  G  Am  C
F     G                Am
  The white dog of the farm still breeds
       C
She's off her leash
        F
To tear flesh and teach
G        Am    C  F
 Bum bum bum
    G                     Am
You think you've heard it all before
      C
Well, here's once more
      F
We're all at war
G         Am    C  F
  Bum bum bum
       G                   Am
Blood in the streets, our eternal river
  C
I know the killer
    F
He counts my silver
G         Am   C  F
  Bum bum bum

     G               Am
They ambushed them behind the reeds
      C
These are our seeds
      F
White dog still breeds
G         Am   C  F
  Bum bum bum
( G  Am  C  F  G  Am  C )
G7
  They say, “Buy when there's blood in the streets
G7
Even if the blood is your own”
           G7
So they employed men far away
   G7
To turn against their home
Bb
  Centuries in the distant mist
Am              D    Dsus2  Dm  D  F
 But it's not a dream
       G                    Am
No, it ain't no dream, it's all too real
    C
How long until
              F
This river of blood congeals?
G        Am   C  F
 Bum bum bum
    G               Am
And eulogies poured from the stage
    C
But nothing changed
    F
The dog was caged
G        Am      C  F
 Bum bum bum
    G                              Am
And white bread artists won't even look at you
          C
When they know it's true
          F
What you gonna do?
G         Am   C  F
  Bum bum bum
G7
Thought I heard some woman screaming
      G7
And I sat up in my bed
      G7
And I went over to the window
      G7
And I saw him in the cold street, lying dead
Bb
   Oh, please tell me, you academics
Am                           D         Dsus2   Dm  Dsus4  F
   How do you wake up from a non-dream?
       G                    Am
No, it ain't no dream, it’s all too real
    C
How long until
              F
This river of blood congeals?
G         Am    C  F
  Bum bum bum
       G            Am
Sent a letter to my congressman
     C
The Ku Klux Klan
        F
From my pierced hands
G         Am     C  F
  Bum bum bum
     G               Am
They sent me back an Apple phone
  C
A fine-hair comb
    F
And a bell tolled
G         Am   C  F
  Bum bum bum
    G                       Am
The phone rang once and the line went dead
    C
All blood runs red
      F
White pups still bred
G         Am    C   F   G
  Bum bum bum

Am  C  F  G
        Am  C  F  G
        Am  C  F  G
        Am  C  F  G
        Am  C  F  G
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