Arctic World

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

And I don't want to tramp up the footpath of starsDon't want to be an advocate

Don't want to be a monumentThere is nothing that grows in your arctic worldI don't want to breathe that Smithsonian air

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

'Cause I can't take another industrial feast

On the ground, on my back, out thereI want to meet the President

Of a country without senseThere is nothing that grows in his arctic world

I tell you, there is nothing that grows in your arctic world

Now there is nothing that grows in this arctic world