Lyrics Horse Feathers – Albina

Now we’ve got concrete
A place those blacks won’t be
If we come they’ll know
They should flee

Blues aren’t made from greed
This feast on famine pleads
To take their space
If we can, if we may
Make a darker day
Please, shame on me

These things, they come in threes
This feast on famine pleads
To take their space
If we can, if we may
Make a darker day
Please, shame on me

This street ain’t made for me