All the little life forms
Upon this little earth
Multiplying dying and
Returning through rebirthAll the little children
Growing up in space
Adding their small stories
To the history of this raceHere on earth, here on earth
Here on earth, here on earthOut-of-towner's searching
For the way the world was made
Money spinners reaping
All the gifts from the arcadeAll the winos drinking
To a methylated God
All the sleeping policemen
Who go by the book of plodHere on earth, here on earth
Here on earth, here on earthHere on earth
Another mother's giving birth
To another mother
Who will then give birthTo a son of a gun
Who will cause the birth
Of another
Of the family of earthAll the searchers asking
Who on earth is heaven bent
All the gurus telling
That to be is heaven sentThe men in see through mirrors
Who observe the masquerade
And we the masqueraders
Who believe we have it made
Who believe we have it madeHere on earth, here on earth
Here on earth, here on earth