All the little life forms Upon this little earth Multiplying dying and Returning through rebirth All the little children Growing up in space Adding their small stories To the history of this race Here on Earth, Here on Earth Here on Earth, Here on Earth Out-of-towners searching For the way the world was made Money spinners reaping All the gifts from the arcade All the winos drinking To a methylated god All the sleeping policemen Who go by the book of plod Here on Earth, Here on Earth Here on Earth, Here on Earth Here on Earth Another mother's giving birth To another mother Who will then give birth To a son of a gun Who will cause the birth Of another, Of the family of Earth All the searchers asking Who on Earth is heaven bent All the gurus telling That to be is heaven sent The men in see through mirrors Who observe the masquerade And we the masqueraders Who believe we have it made Who believe we have it made Here on Earth, Here on Earth