Foster The People - Are You What You Want to Be? lyrics
[Foster The People - Are You What You Want to Be? lyrics]
I woke up on Champs-Élysées 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
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
It's 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
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
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
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
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
It's 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
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
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