Your Last Good Friend

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

To those who have battled, fought and won over their demonds, time to fly high again.