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 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 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 there I want to meet the President Of a country without sense There 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