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