"I woke up on Champs Elysees
to the Djembe of Ghana
A fine lady from Belize said
You got the spirit of a Fela
A young one dripping make up
put 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
Will 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
The war machines will put out
both its hands for a dollar
It's drinking at the table
with the chrome hand guerrillas
The young ones 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
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
Will 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
Are you what you want to be
So are you what you want to be
Are you what you want to be
So are you what you want to be
Are you what you want to be
"