Gorilla Growers

[Intro/Chorus]
We move under moonlight, crops undetected
We are the guerilla growers in the mist
Thorn-bush bodyguards keep us protected
Yeah, we are the guerilla growers in the mist
Grow cultivation on south-facing hills
We are the guerilla growers in the mist
We are the guerilla growers in the mist
We are the guerilla growers in the mist

[Verse 1 - Smellington Piff]
When the sun go down and the moon come out
I'm out diggin' up plots for my crops to grow
Fuck a £10 gram, that's the cost of gold
Look out the window, you'll see plants across the road
You should get some seeds and grow your own ganja
We need to lower the price and cure cancer
Go find a bramble patch with thick cover
Concentrate the feed, breed a big mother
Add some compost enriched with pig shit
South-facing hills are best for sunshine
Plant plots by the river and the crops will deliver
Helicopters in the sky cause panic and cold shivers
If buyin' shit weed's got you overly-pissed
Raise your fist for the guerilla growers in the mist
We're out when the sun go down, straight ramblin'
Scamblin' through brambles, I left 'em here gamblin'
Somebody must've clocked my crop when they were amblin'
Plus the stinging nettles around here have been trampled on
Oh well, I never cry over spilt milk 'cause I know that the next spot's just over the hill still

[Chorus]
We move under moonlight, crops undetected
We are the guerilla growers in the mist
Thorn-bush bodyguards keep us protected
Yeah, we are the guerilla growers in the mist
Grow cultivation on south-facing hills
We are the guerilla growers in the mist
We are the guerilla growers in the mist
We are the guerilla growers in the mist

[Verse 2 - Son Doobie]
Yo, weed requirements, nutrients and vitamins
Nitrogen shots blow up for your enlightenment
Parliament, environment, palm tree retirement
[?]
Heineken, vicodin, higher than your hyrdogen
Horizon shine bright, close grower [?] while you in the recyclin' bin
I'm in the cipher, [word?] like the 5%, I'll fight again
Light my joint by the candle-light, advertise no lies
Scope like a satellite, alkaline mastermind
Steet [woke?] appetite, paradigm slice your alibi like a Samurai
Grand divine
We grow like them Indians, a million civillions
Smokin' so incidious, oblivious, serious
This High Times recipient, conspicuous, brilliant
Replays like Olympians
Ridiculous obsessive, no weed detected, progressive
Respected, highly-recommended, electric smoke for this oral contraceptive
Deceptive, connected, hectic, respect it
Your defective wax train is ineffective
Subjective affective, that's my directive
I grow my ish with honey spot collectors
I bless the [?], yeah that's my objective

[Verse 3 - LeafDog]
Balaclava on the head, in tune with my senses
Cuttings on my back, jumpin' security fences
The mass grow commences, there is no expenses
Shoot a helicopter when we spot their defences
Cops act demented, plant crops in greenhouses
Come back in 6 months, they don't know nothin' about this
Would be your lucky day if you stumbled up and found us
But we tear up more plants than your local field mouses
Master cultivator, don't know of any laws
Like a 50-stone person you're stuck growin' indoors
Me, I grow on shores, car doors in Fords
On the bus when I'm on world tours or on top of 10 floors
Startin' weed wars from the way my bud tastin'
Be the first one that highlight that race for the spaceship
Violence in the street, if my drop-kick gets wasted
Screamin' out "help us!" 'cause nothin' could replace it

[Chorus]
We move under moonlight, crops undetected
We are the guerilla growers in the mist
Thorn-bush bodyguards keep us protected
Yeah, we are the guerilla growers in the mist
Grow cultivation on south-facing hills
We are the guerilla growers in the mist
We are the guerilla growers in the mist
We are the guerilla growers in the mist

[Verse 4 - BVA]
The seed-scatterer, the bush-batterer
Rooftop scouter, Google Maps reader
Accountin' for the neighbours in the area
We'll find a spot where nature is takin' care of her
But others ain't aware of us
Yeah, I want a yacht, but not for what you thought of
I'll be sailin' out to grow in international waters
Move like ninjas so we think they never saw us
But we sit there in the dark and don't talk to make sure
And be returnin' on a misty mornin', while the farmer's sleepin'
Reapin' outdoor at the right time, ain't got no seeds in
No secrets leakin', find me near the field with sheep in
If they're speakin' it's a fabrication of the evenin'
Always walking a dog, or lookin' for a lost one
Yeah, I got my own but always nice to come across some
Guerilla growers in the mist, maintain strains of piff
At different coordinates on the grid

[Outro - 'Dick Trusay']
This is Dick Trusay, and this is the 10 o'clock news
I'm filling in for Trevor McDonald, he's got a really sore penis and couldn't be here today
Top story, Britain's largest illegal Traveller encampment is being evicted by the po-po after a record number of complaints -- bare snitches and 'ting
As the authorities prepare to storm the gates, we're gonna go to our dickhead correspondent, Jeremy Idle, to see if the pigs get mash up
Wagwan, Jeremy, you pussy-o and what's happening?

[Outro - 'Jeremy Idle']
Good evening, Dick. Well, as you can see it's complete chaos down here
There's gangs of children beating Police with sticks, there's caravans on fire, bricks and bottles flying
One of our cameramen was actually rushed to hospital earlier when he was bitten by a dog with a suspected case of rabies
It's been absolute hell for the residents of nearby towns with reports of drug-taking, loud music, thefts, dogs... [voice fades out]