Three Songtext
von Brian Vaughn

Three come down looking for a little shelter
(All God′s people have something they can give away)
Rain on the heels like a love-struck daughter
(Don't look at me. I have less than my neighbor)
Knock, knock, knocking on the doors of the boro
(Settle down, settle down. Maybe they′ll just go away)
Curse on the lips for an avaricious people
(Sorry now or sorry soon. Who knows what tomorrow brings)