Lyrics
I don't want to grow anything in my heart
And I don't want to write all these things in the sand
And 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
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, oh
There is nothing that grows in this arctic world
James Moginie, Martin Rotsey, Peter Garrett, Peter Gifford, Robert Hirst
Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC