Accept

We called it this - he called it that
But never what it was
We called it shit - we called it grass
Thats the way it was
He took it once - just for the thrill
Hed 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 wasnt bulletproof - he shot himself the final round
No man is bulletproof - its destination underground
Too many journeys - on acid trains
Too many trips - on the astral plane