Lyrics

Born With My Hands In the Air

In a country, young and hungry
In a shack without a floor
Without mirrors to remind us
Who we were, who we are

Almost human, almost music
I was born with my hands in the air
And they said I’d be dead
If I moved just to prove I was there
Oh America, are you there? are you there?

Haulin’ garbage pays this mortgage
but my neighbor’s selling junk
and they say we all look the same
when they come, with their guns

Nine times broken, nine repaired
I was born with my hands in the air
And they said I’d be dead
If I moved just to prove I was there
Oh America, are you there? are you there?

From the mud that God had shaped us…
I was born with my hands in the air
Burn your cross so Jesus sees us…
I was born with my hands in the air
Where’s my father, someone shot him…
I was born with my hands in the air
Raise your voice in the house of horrors…
I was born with my hands in the air
Are you listening, do you care?
I was born with my hands in the air
All my sadness, all my laughter
I was born with my hands in the air

Oh America, are you there? are you there?

Copyright, 2016 Wolff Bowden