digger

diggers don’t dig
they dig everything
eyes as bright as the flowers in their hair
this summer they face down a police brigade
twenty thousand flowers in the air
god sent us down his only son
his name was abbie hoffman
but there is no god
you are all alone
we’re the only lights that shine down here
and love
yes it’s all love
everything around us gleams
walking on electric beams

digger free dropped the daisies down to super joel
and they ran to tell the diggers what they knew
this summer the diggers could use daisies to raise the pentagon
and fight to lose the battle of michigan avenue
grace slick said this time would come
these days of pain and infamy would shine
but there is no sun
something’s gone wrong
it’s the bad tribe that rules down here
and love
oh love
everything that’s good on earth
barely won from the pounding surf

on the night of the grand central station massacre
the cops crushed ron shea’s hands
when he fought his way to digger free
the diggers stopped the giant clock quite a shock
to mock the head ticktok so
fourteen precious seconds knocked
off the master schedule
and there’s so little time
before we fade away.

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