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 rear view 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 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 alley ways And we're re-arranging furniture In a burning house
I know God lifts up the lowly I know God lifts up the lowly