Let the stateless pro-dope Nirvana blossom forth in all its splendor. From each citizen according to his ability, to each doper according to his need.
Arise ye dopers from your munchies
Arise poor prisoners of the state
For reason in revolt now thunders
And at last ends the age of "can't."
Away with all your superstitions
Randian masses arise, arise
We'll change henceforth the old traditions
And spurn the dust to win the prize.
So comrades, come rally
And the last fight let us face
The sacred hookah unites the human race.
So comrades, come rally
And the last fight let us face
Dope, our sacrament, unites the human race.
No more deluded by reaction
Only statists we will fight
The soldiers too will take strike action
They'll break ranks and spliffs will light
And if those cannibals keep trying
To sacrifice us to their pride
They soon shall hear the bullets flying
We'll shoot the generals on our own side.
Only marijuana high delivers
No faith have we in prince or peer
Our own right hand the chains must shiver
Chains of hatred, greed and fear
E'er the thieves will out with their booty
And allow to all a brim-filled pipe
Each at the bong must do his duty
When the sensimilla is fully ripe.