F#m A Bm D I woke up on Champs-รlysรฉes to the Djembe of Ghana Yeah, a fine lady from Belize said "You got the spirit of Fela" Yeah, the young one dripping make-up lift her hands up to holla Well, I gave her what I got but couldn't handle her broken heart The right words in the hands of dissidents with the fire Yeah, will rip apart the marrow from the bone of the liars Yeah, 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 Chorus: F#m C#m D E C#m B 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?" Well, are you what you want to be? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah The war machine 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 Yeah, will rip apart the marrow from the bone of the liars And, 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 Chorus Are you what you want to be? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah So are you what you want to be? Yeah, yeah, yeah Are you what you want to be? Yeah, yeah, yeah Well, are you what you want to be? Yeah, yeah, yeah Are you what you want to be? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA C#m D E F#m B Bm |