INTRO e|---7----9---7---6-------5---4---0---2------------| B|---7----9---7---7-------5---5---0---3------------| G|---8---10---8---6-------6---4---1---2------------|     x4 D|------------| A|------------| E|------------| nananannannanananannananana nananannaanannaannana                    x2        nanananannananannanananna nananannanananannaaa verse 1         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 yeah Pre-Chorus      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                                              silence.           These things ask the biggest question to me "And it’s are you what you want to be" Chorus nananannanannana      nananananna   So are you what you want to be?   Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah      Yeah Yeah Yeah verse 2 (same as verse 1) 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 yeah aaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaah aaaaah aaaah aaaah Chorus                                INTRO                                 Chorus