Tekster: Nickelback. The Shroom Song.

Tell your friends not to think out loud until they swallow
Where's the thing to my brain you always sound so hollow
I am not a leader of men since I prefer to follow
Do you think I could every drink since it's so hard to swallow?
Yeah, so hard to swallow

Till you're dead, the vision aloft and I will say that's all
And if you suddenly have the urge, you can sing along
I touch your hand, touch your face, I think the fruit is rotten
Give me glasses, I have to breathe 'cause I think I've forgotten
Yeah, think I've forgotten

One drink after class that overlooks the water
I am dreaming seaman's girl, it was somebody's daughter
Now the rain that's on my head was given to me by her and
To this dream we all sing aloud, and dream of ways to get higher
Yeah, to get much higher

Tell your friends not to think out loud until they swallow
Where's the thing to my brain you always sound so hollow
I am not a leader of men since I prefer to follow
Do you think I could every drink since it's so hard to swallow?
Yeah, so hard to swallow