Are You What You Want To Be? 歌詞

I woke up on Champs-Élysées to the djembe of Ghana A fine lady from Belize said: "You got the spirit of 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 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 is: 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 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 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 is: 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?