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-towner's 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   Here on earth, here on earth