A Garden for Every Fist

Raise your fist in the air
Stick your trowel in the ground
Get up, get down, shake it all around
Get your get on to the rock n roll sound
Shooting up like grass through the sidewalk
Eco-systems in the city streets
We’re working our way through the gaps in the concrete
Busting open right beneath our feet
Oh! Can you see it? Whoah-oh!
The living city right before your eyes
Oh! Can you hear it? Whoah-oh!
Letting us know she’s only in a new guise
There’s no revolution
Until we touch the ground, reaching down to plant the seeds
We’re tilling the soil
A garden for every fist!
Raise your fist in the air
Stick your trowel in the ground
Get up, get down, start it right now
Gotta get a move-on on the under ground
We’ve got a thousand rooftops here
Situated for a little salvation
And a million forgotten spaces
Calling out for some imagination
Oh! Can you feel it? Whoah-oh!
The naked city beneath the soles of your feet
Oh! Can you believe it? Whoah-oh!
A metro-paradise awaits at the end of the street
There’s no revolution
Until we touch the ground, reaching down to plant the seeds
We’re tilling the soil
A garden for every fist!
Take it now!
Above the underground
That’s where you see us now
And this is our sound…
I’m singin' all my people — c’mon, c’mon and get down!
Oh! Can you see it? Whoah-oh!
It rises amidst the flourishing foliage
Oh! Can you believe it? Whoah-oh!
We’re working our way into a new age
There’s no revolution
Until we touch the ground, reaching down to plant the seeds
There’s no revolution
Without soiled hands
We’re tilling the soil
A garden for every fist!