We called it this — he called it that
But never what it was
We called it shit — we called it grass
That’s the way it was
He took it once — just for the thrill
He’d bought a ticket to ride
We laughed about — the jokes he told
He was one of the boys
Hey, what a guy — he used to be
When he was sober and dry
Smoky nights — gloomy lights
He was high as a kite
When he turned into the demon
No way to calm it down
Just like a jekyl and hide
He wasn’t bulletproof — he shot himself the final round
No man is bulletproof — it’s destination underground
Too many journeys — on acid trains
Too many trips — on the astral plane
Danced with lucy in the sky
On a cloud of ecstasy
Too late to stop him now
Even sacrifice his mother
Turn against his only friend
To reach the ultimate high
He wasn’t bulletproof — shot himself the final round
No man is bulletproof — it’s destination underground
Bulletproof — the chief is your medicine-man
No man is bulletproof — he’s gonna drug you down
He thought that he could fly
That he could reach the sky
But he went up too high — oh, so high
He kissed the ground — goodbye
He wasn’t bulletproof — shot himself the final round
No man is bulletproof — destination underground
Bulletproof — the chief is your medicine-man
No man is bulletproof — he’s gonna drug you down