I don't wanna grow anything in my heart

I don't want to write all these things in the sand

I don't wish to listen and not understand

I don't want to tramp up the footpath of stars

Don't want to be an advocate

Don't want to be a monument

There is nothing that grows in your arctic world

I don't want to breathe that Smithsonian air

I don't want to listen when they toll the bell

'Cos I can't take another industrial feast

On the ground, on my back, out there

I want to meet the president

Of a country without sense

There is nothing that grows in his arctic world

There is nothing that grows in your arctic world

There is nothing that grows in this arctic world