1. 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 put her hands out to holla
   And 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
                                       
R: 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?

2. 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

R: Will all these things...

   Are you what you want to be
   So are you what you want to be? [3x]