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, think for yourself

And that's you, you times a million



Look around, we surround the fields

On guard for the perfection of the seed

Perfection of the seed



Try hard to stop us which you can't

Outnumbered by the marijuana camps

Larger than nations, I can't name one without

Must kill the king of drought

Planting of pleasure, rising up, stretch towards the sky



Look around, we surround the fields

On guard for perfection of the seed

Perfection of the seed



This way of life has become an addiction

Despite right or wrong and their closed superstition

This way of life has become an addiction

Despite right or wrong, despite right or wrong

Despite right or wrong



Perfection of the seed...