We’re a little late to the party on calling McCain/Palin out on all their hard work firing up the ugliest tendencies in their supporters, but this venture into dub reggae territory is our contribution.
The song “Hounds” is about how when the United States is engaged in a global fight to find and kill terrorists, and McCain and Palin say that Barack Obama hangs around with them, they are tied to any fallout that comes from it. We all know that there could be consequences much worse from igniting those fires than having one of your batshit supporters carve a backwards B into her face and say she was a attacked by a black man determined to “make a Barack supporter out of her”, and no amount of retraction (not that there has been) would absolve them. Enjoy the song and clip.
Hounds
We’re saying what we’re saying, do what you’re going to do with it
A slur or a slaying, we’ve got nothing to do with it
You can phone in contrition, Hollywood Listerine
Wash you mouth with detergent, your hands will never get that clean
‘Cause when they call out the hounds there’s no calling them back
Without blood on their mouths or a corpse on their backs
And I can hear all the howls for miles around
But it still takes a caller to call out the hounds
Derringers, Berettas, old movie Tommy guns
To finish up a vendetta that you’re going to leave undone
No court would convict you, I’ll hold you responsible
For an uptick in tension or worse, something far more demonstrable
‘Cause when they call out the hounds there’s no calling them back
Without blood on their mouths or a corpse on their backs
And I can hear all the howls for miles around
But it still takes a caller to call out the hounds
‘Cause when they call out the hounds there’s no calling them back
So duck your head out of bounds and brace for attack
Long after it’s over, the odor will still stick around
In a faint ugly echo from when you called out the hounds
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