Oh my god.
We’re goin’ down.
We’ve crash landed on this planet that we’ve found.
It’s a land unseen by many. Green clouds fill the sky.
Twelve foot bongs cover the hillside. The ganja train roams the night.
A five headed hookah monster breaths in fire and releases smoke.
Its a head trip for the ages, so just sit back and enjoy the toke.
Oh my god.
We’re goin’ down.
We’ve crash landed on this planet that we’ve found.
As we search for the unknown, a green shadow appears in the night.
He wields a blade as green as his eyes. We all run for our lives.
As we run from the green reaper, we find ourselves floating upstream.
A river of rapids bubbling, as we release our thumbs we start to dream.
Oh my god.
We’re fuckin' high.
We can't see the ground, but it's alright.
The ground we walk produces a weed guaranteed to give good highs.
Tame and pack a hookah monster then sit back and let time fly.
Tetrahydrocannabinol. Pull the seeds and strip the stems.
Lose yourself in a cloud of smoke. We’re blasting off in our space van.
Good sound for a road trip !!! The stoner rock atmosphere as relaxed as driving on the open road while the wind blows your head clear through the car window. Stephan