Lyrics

I woke up on Champs-Élysées
To the Djembe of Ghana
A fine lady from Belize said
"You got the spirit of a Fela"
A young one dripping make-up
Lift her hands out to holla
I gave her what I got but couldn't handle
Her broken heart
The right words in the hands of dissidents with the fire
Will rip apart the marrow from the bone of the liars
Well I'm afraid of saying too much
And ending a martyr
But even more so I'm afraid to face God
And say I was a coward, yeah

With all these things I wait for revelation
These things make me want to duck for cover
With all these things I wait for revolution
These things ask the biggest question to me
And it's are you what you want to be?

So are you what you want to be?
Yeah, yeah, yeah

The war machines will put out both its hands
For a dollar
It's drinking at the table
With the chrome hand guerrillas
And the young one dripping make-up
Lift her leg up to holla
Well, I told her what she's got
Should be protected in the arms of love
The right things in the hands of dissidents with the fire
Will rip apart the marrow from the bone of the liars
And I'm afraid of saying too much
And ending a martyr
But even more so I'm afraid to face God
And say I was a coward, yeah

With all these things I wait for revelation
These things make me want to duck for cover
With all these things I wait for revolution
These things ask the biggest question to me
And it's are you what you want to be

So are you what you want to be?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Are you what you want to be?
Yeah, yeah, yeah

So are you what you want to be?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Are you what you want to be?
Yeah, yeah, yeah

So are you what you want to be?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Are you what you want to be?
Yeah, yeah, yeah