You say it was this morning when you last saw your good friend

Lyin' on the pavement with a misery on his brain

Stoned on some new potion he found upon the wall

Of some unholy bathroom in some ungodly hall

He only had a dollar to live on 'til next Monday

But he spent it on some comfort for his mind

Did you say you think he's blind?



Someone should call his parents, a sister or a brother

And they'll come to take him back home on a bus

But he'll always be a problem to his poor and puzzled mother

Yeah he'll always be another one of us

He said he wanted Heaven but prayin' was too slow

So he bought a one way ticket on an airline made of snow

Did you say you saw your good friend flyin' low?

Flyin' low

Dyin' slow



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