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 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 He 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