Micajah with His Hands Up Songtext
von Big Harp

Oh Jesus
Come and raise me
Like Lazarus from dust to flesh
I′m worn
I'm going crazy
I′ll do whatever you request

And I'm inclined, I'm inclined to throw my hands up
And I′m inclined, I′m inclined to throw my hands up


I was born far from my home
I looked but I couldn't find it
I saddled up my days
I fitted them with blinders
And I rode until they fell
Heaving in the meadow
Then I broke
That pony′s bones
And I sucked away the marrow

And I'm inclined, I′m inclined to throw my hands up
And I'm inclined, I′m inclined to throw my hands up

Oh Jesus come on out and rescue me
I'm tied to the world, and I can't get free
I never asked no one for anything
Now come on down here and rescue me

Oh Jesus, you little kitten
You gutless little rainbow
I′ve worn my garments ragged
I′m holy as an angel
And I don't believe in mercy
I′ve never read the bible
And I don't need no forgiveness
I need bullets and a rifle

And I′m inclined, I'm inclined to throw my hands up
And I′m inclined, I'm inclined to throw my hands up