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