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, 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...