Artist/Band:
Janelle Monáe
Lyrics for Song: Many Moons
Lyrics for Album: Metropolis - The Chase Suite [2008]
We're dancing free but we're stuck here underground,
And everybody trying to figure their way out,
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
All we ever wanted to say
Was chased, erased and then thrown away
And day to day we live in a daze.
We march all around 'til the sun goes down like children in the round.
(Like children)
Broken dreams, no sunshine,
endless crimes, we long for freedom (for freedom).
You're free but, in your mind, your freedom's in a bind.
Oh make it rain, ain't a thing in the sky to fall.
(The silver bullet's in your hand and the war's heating up)
And when the truth goes BANG the shots splatter out.
(Revolutionize your lives and find a way out)
And when you're growing down instead of growing up
(You gotta Ooh-Ah-Ah like a panther)
Tell me are you bold enough to reach for love?
(Na na na na nana na na na na na)
He lived in Sector 10.
He had a friend named Benjamin.
Sail away, sail away, Susan.
So strong for so long,
All I wanna do is sing my simple song.
Square or round, rich or poor,
At the end of day and night all we want is more.
I keep my feet on solid ground,
And use my wings when storms come around.
I keep my feet on solid ground for freedom.
You're free but, in your mind, your freedom's in a bind.
Oh make it rain, ain't a thing in the sky to fall.
(The silver bullet's in your hand and the war's heating up)
And when the truth goes BANG the shots splatter out.
(Revolutionize your lives and find a way out)
And when you're growing down instead of growing up
(You gotta Ooh-Ah-Ah like a panther)
Tell me are you bold enough to reach for love?
(Na na na na nana na na na na na)
[Cybernetic Chantdown]
Civil rights, civil war
Hood rat, crackwhore
Carefree, nightclub
Closet drunk, bathtub
Outcast, weirdo
Stepchild, freak show
Black girl, bad hair
Broad nose, cold stare
Tap shoes, Broadway
Tuxedo, holiday
Creative block, Love song
Stupid words, erase song
Gun shots, orange house
Dead man walking with a dirty mouth
Spoiled milk, stale bread
Welfare, bubonic plague
Record deal, light bulb
Keep back kid not corporate thug
Breast cancer, common cold
HIV, lost hope
Overweight, self esteem
Misfit, broken dream
Fish tank, small bowl
Closed minded, dark hole
Cybergirl, Droid Control
Get away now. They'll try to steal your soul.
Microphone, one stage
Tomboy, outrage
Street fight, bloody war
Instigators, third floor
Promiscuous child, broken dream
STD, quarantine
Heroin user, cokehead
Final chapter, death bed
Plastic sweat, metal skin
Metallic tears, mannequin
Carefree, night club
Closet drunk, bathtub
White house, Jim Crow
Dirty lies, my regards
[Closing Lullaby]
And when the world just treats you wrong,
Just come with me and I'll take you home.
No need to pack a bag.
Who put your life in the danger zone?
You're running, dropping like a rolling stone.
No time to pack a bag.
You just can't stop your heart from hanging on.
The old man dies and then a baby's born
Chan-chan-chan-change your life
And when the world just treats you wrong
Just come with us and we'll take you home
Shan-Shan-Shan-Shangri-la
Na na na na na na na na na na na
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