Lyrics:

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