Janelle Monae - Many Moons

Lyrics to Many Moons by Janelle Monae

Verse 1: We're dancing free but we're stuck here underground And everybody trying to figure they way out 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 Refrain: We march all around til' the sun goes down night 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 Chorus: Oh make it rain, ain't a thang and the sky to fall (The silver bullet's in your hand and the war's heating up) And when the truth goes BANG the shouts splatter out (Revolutionize your lives and find a way out) And when you're growing down instead of growing up (You gotta ooo ah ah like a panther) Tell me are you bold enough to reach for love? (Na na na...) 2nd Verse: 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 Chorus Cybernetic Chantdown: Civil rights, civil war Hood rat, crack whore Carefree, nightclub Closet drunk, bathtub Outcast, weirdo Stepchild, freak show Black girl, bad hair Broad nose, cold stare Tap shoes, Broadway Tuxedo, holiday Creative black, Love song Stupid words, erased 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 hold Cybergirl, droid control Get away now they trying to steal your soul Microphone, one stage Tomboy, outrage Street fight, bloody war Instigators, third floor Promiscuous child, broken heart STD, quarentine Heroin user, coke head 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 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 shan-gri la Na na na na na na na na na na na.