He 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
Smokey nights - Gloomy lights
He was high as a kite
When he turned into a demon
No way to calm him down
Just like a Jekyl and Hyde
He wasn't bulletproof
- Shot himself the final round
No man is bulletproof
- It's destination underground
Too many jouneys - 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
- He shot himself the final round
No man is bulletproof
- It's destination underground
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