Bud Junkees - Hempocchio Тексты

He has stemps for bones
And leaves for hair
He roams the world without care

Hempocchio...
Prodigal Hemp Child
Hempocchio...
Prodigal Hemp Child

His flesh is made of bud
His eyes are made from hash
Everything he touches
Turns into grass

Hempocchio...
Prodigal Hemp Child
Hempocchio...
Immortal God

Come worship him now
And you will learn
About leaves and buds
To smoke and burn

Hempocchio...
Prodigal Hemp Child
Hempocchio...
Prodigal Hemp Child
Hempocchio...
Immortal God
Hempocchio...
Prodigal Hemp Child