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
He only had a dollar to live on 'til next Monday
Of some unholy bathroom in some ungodly hall
Did you say you think he's blind?
But he spent it on some comfort for his mind 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
So he bought a one way ticket on an airline made of snow
Yeah he'll always be another one of us
He said he wanted Heaven but prayin' was too slow
Did you say you saw your good friend flyin' low?
Flyin' low c Irving Music
Dyin' slow
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