| 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 |