I woke up from Champolice to the Jambe Ghana Yeah, a fine lady from Dulice, you've got spirit of Bella Yeah, the young one dressed in make-up, lift her hands up to holla Well, I gave her what I got, but couldn't handle her broken heart The rock was in her hands, the distance with the fire Yeah, we ripped apart the mail, broke from the bone of the liars And, well, I'm afraid of saying too much and ending a martyr Even more so, I'm afraid to face God and say I was a coward All these things I wear for revolution These things make me wanna rock or cry, cry All these things I wear for revolution These things ask the biggest question to me And it's are you what you wanna be? And it's are you what you wanna be? The war machine will put out both hands for a dollar There's drinking at the table with the chrome and gorillas And the young one dressed in make-up, lift her leg up to holla I told her voices God should be protected in the arms of love The rock was in her hands, the distance with the fire Yeah, we ripped apart the mail, broke from the bone of the liars And, well, I'm afraid of saying too much and ending a martyr Even more so, I'm afraid to face God and say I was a coward All these things I wear for revolution These things make me wanna rock or cry, cry All these things I wear for revolution These things ask the biggest question to me And it's are you what you wanna be? And it's are you what you wanna be? And it's are you what you wanna be? And it's are you what you wanna be? And it's are you what you wanna be? And it's are you what you wanna be?