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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!

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