He called it this, he called it that, but never what it was. We call it shit, we call it grass, and that's the way it was. He took it once just for the thrill, he bought a ticket to ride. He laughed about the jokes he told, he was one of the boys. He was the guy he used to be, when he was sober and dry. Smokey legs, loony legs, he was high as a kite. When he turned into a demon, no way to come and go, just like a desperate man. He wasn't bulletproof, he shot himself to find a room. No man is bulletproof, it's just the nature of the room. Too many journeys on acid rain, too many trips on the acid rain. That's his name, he's here to try and clobber us to leave. Too late to stop him now. He'll attack with fire just for the time against. His only prayer, to reach the altar behind. He wasn't bulletproof, he shot himself to find a room. No man is bulletproof, it's just the nature of the room. Bulletproof, the chief is your medicine man. No man is bulletproof, he's gonna talk you down. No man is bulletproof, he's gonna talk you down. No man is bulletproof, he's gonna talk you down. No man is bulletproof, he's gonna talk you down. No man is bulletproof, he's gonna talk you down. He thought that he could fly, that he could reach the sky. But he went up too high. He wasn't bulletproof, he shot himself to find a room. No man is bulletproof, it's just the nature of the room. Bulletproof, the chief is your medicine man. No man is bulletproof, he's gonna talk you down. He's gonna talk you down. He's gonna talk you down.