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 sky

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