Midnight Oil | Lyrics | 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 want 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 artic 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 artic world
There is nothing that grows in your artic world
There is nothing that grows in this artic world