Horse Feathers - Albina lyrics

Now we've got concrete. A place those blacks won't be. If we come they'll know. They should flee, They should go. Here comes a white shadow. 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