Shrooms '07

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Green leprechauns, jumpin' up and down
Roaches in the air, straight crawlin' all around
Fell into a fish bowl, swam into a rock
Woke up in the alleyway next to a cop
Blue shiny boots and a gold silver badge
Pocket full of cellophane, brown paper bags
Underneath the garbage can, lookin' for the Grouch
Should’ve kept my ass home sittin' on the couch
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They’re good man, they really open your mind
Like if you eat like an eighth, life a half-quarter of shrooms
You know what I’m sayin'?
Like fifteen minutes later you’ll hit you all at once, and you’ll be like «Whoa»
And you’re gonna see shit, and it’s like «Whoa man, what the fuck»
And I sit there in confusion when I eat’em and I’m like-
And I look at my tattoos and I’m like «Why did you get those?»
But then I realize, y’now, Hunter S. Thompson, man, he’s the man
Because he did all his drugs in Vegas
It was cool and all, but
When I eat mushrooms man I tell you what
I get a half-quarter and I break’em out
I get the caps away from the stems and I eat the caps first
And then I eat the fuckin', the stems
Green leprechauns, jumpin' up and down
Roaches in the air, straight crawlin' all around
Fell into a fish bowl, swam into a rock
Woke up in the alleyway next to a cop
Blue shiny boots and a gold silver badge
Pocket full of cellophane, brown paper bags
Underneath the garbage can, lookin' for the Grouch
Should’ve kept my ass home sittin' on the couch
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Good
Then we’ll begin
I eat the stems and the, the caps
And like, after I eat’em y’now
I get this real weird edge feeling
Like I’m nervous as fuck
And then my eyes get real big and I’ll go to the bathroom
And look at my eyes in the mirror and I’m like «Whoa man, your eyes are big!»
And then I look at the wallpaper and it starts coming out
Like the dots and all, they come out of the fucking wall
And they start crawlin' up the wall like a fucking river man
We’re talking about fucking hallucinogens and psychedelics and fucking pussy
And what the fuck is going on, he’s startin' to talk about Papa Papa Roach
And what the fuck is going on
And you know what, let me tell you what now, okay
You don’t know shit man
Me and Mr. Brown Bag here been drinkin' fitz
When he used to live out in the creek with me boy
Green leprechauns, jumpin' up and down
Roaches in the air, straight crawlin' all around
Fell into a fish bowl, swam into a rock
Woke up in the alleyway next to a cop
Blue shiny boots and a gold silver badge
Pocket full of cellophane, brown paper bags
Underneath the garbage can, lookin' for the Grouch
Should’ve kept my ass home sittin' on the couch