Richard Brautigan - The Day They Busted the Grateful Dead lyrics

The day they busted the Grateful Dead rain stormed against San Francisco like hot swampy scissors cutting Justice into the evil clothes that alligators wear. The day they busted the Grateful Dead was like a flight of winged alligators carefully measuring marble with black rubber telescopes. The day they busted the Grateful Dead turned like the wet breath of alligators blowing up balloons the size of the Hall of Justice.