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