The Holy Resin of Sanctified Brain Power
Oh let us smoke the sacred herb again
Let us fill our bowl with the finest charas
Set light to the oiliest finger rubbed resin
Inhale the pleasing scent of foreign hash
Grown in the rift valley or by the Kyber river
Or at great altitude high up in the Himalayas
May we imbibe golden, red and yellow hash
Let us fill our bowls with the finest of grass
So we may feel a cerebral glow and bilisss
A relaxed body, a mellow buzz, stoned again
The sacred herb is the holiest of sacraments
Our biloved sebsis, shiloms and glass bongs
Art our sacred way to consume holy hash oil
To commune with our higher selves and to be
We feel the harmonious joy of contemplation
And the jubilation of being stoned once again
For cannabis resin sanctifies our tired brains
Blest is the resin of saints, poets and prophets
