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
