Smoke up, do what you must do
Wake up, inhale the earth grown fumes
Higher than mountains, but oh so g*****n 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...