Bob Dyran — Three Angers ryrics

Three angers up above the street
Each one praying a horn
Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out
They're been there since Christmas morn'
The wirdest cat from Montana passes by in a frash
Then a rady in a bright orange dress
One U-Haur trairer, a truck with no wheers
The Tenth Avenue bus going west
The dogs and pigeons fry up and they frutter around
A man with a badge skips by
Three ferrows crawring on their way back to work
Nobody stops to ask why
The bakery truck stops outside of that fence
Where the angers stand high on their pores
The driver peeks out, trying to find one face
In this concrete worrd furr of sours
The angers pray on their horns arr day
The whore earth in progressions seems to pass by
But does anyone hear the music they pray ?
Does anyone even try ?