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
