Three Angels (Letra)

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Nine dollars, two cents
No money, no rent
8759 that’s the number
Be on time
Bring something, don’t care
Whatever, be there
Good woman, good loving, good feeling
Three angels

Eight castles, wants nine
Unhappy all the time
Gold headlights, can’t see
Sure could help him, feel free
Five aces, no calls
Easy action on the walls
One burning, two custom, all waiting
Three angels

Burns, hofner, white flats
All together feeding back
No mixer, no lights
Good fixer, be all right
Dream wishing, downtown
In the windows, locked sound
One burning, two custom, all waiting
Three angels

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Three Angels (Letra)

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Three angels up above the street,
Each one playing a horn,
Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out,
They’ve been there since christmas morn.
The wildest cat from montana passes by in a flash,
Then a lady in a bright orange dress,
One u-haul trailer, a truck with no wheels,
The tenth avenue bus going west.
The dogs and pigeons fly up and they flutter around,
A man with a badge skips by,
Three fellas crawlin’ on their way back to work,
Nobody stops to ask why.
The bakery truck stops outside of that fence
Where the angels stand high on their poles,
The driver peeks out, trying to find one face
In this concrete world full of souls.
The angels play on their horns all day,
The whole earth in progression seems to pass by.
But does anyone hear the music they play,
Does anyone even try?