Song Lyrics

I don´t want to 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

James Moginie, Martin Rotsey, Peter Garrett, Peter Gifford, Robert Hirst