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