Smoke up, do what you must do, wake up, inhale

The earth grown fumes -

Higher than mountains, but oh so goddamn deep -

The morning star we reach, thank for yourself

And that's you - you times a million 

 

Look around we surround the fields on guard for,

The perfection of the seed

 

Try hard, to stop us which you can't, out numbered,

By the marijuana camps - larger than nations,

I can't name one with out, must kill the king of drought 

Planting of pleasure, rising up, stretch towards the skiy

 

Look around we surround the fields on guard for,

The perfection of the seed

 

This way of life has become an addiction

Despite right or wrong and the closed superstition 

Despite right or wrong

 

Perfection of the seed