"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  
"