God Lifts Up the Lowly Songtext
von Ezra Furman

Some angels will carry you homeward
Other angels you don′t wanna meet
My guardian angel's got wings of tinfoil and cigarettes found in the street
My angel′s got eyes like a housing project
He was born inside a guitar
And I can't forget his red lips and eyelashes and his "How'd we end up where we are?"

There′s nothing doing on the main streets
Let′s take the alley for the evening
And we're driving in a car that won′t slow down
Making ourselves up in the rearview mirror
I know God lifts up the lowly
I know God lifts up the lowly


We're searching the trunk every morning
We tore out a tracking device
And I pray for plagues to come down on this Egypt and I dream of blood, fire and lice
I wake with my coat for a blanket
My angel′s been up for an hour
And I've looked deep into this frail human body and I know that I carry a power

We′ll never make it on the main streets
They'll force us back into the alleyways
And we're rearranging furniture
In a burning house
But I know God lifts up the lowly
I know God lifts up the lowly

Ram v′nisa, gadol v′nora
Mashpil ge'im u′magbiha shfalim
Motzi asirim u'podeh anavim
V′ozer dalim
V'oneh l′amo b'et shavam eilav