You say it was this morning when you last saw your good friend
Lying on the sidewalk with the 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 till next Monday
But he spent it all on comfort for his mind
Did you say you think he’s blind?

Someone should call his parents or a sister or a brother
And they’ll come and take him back home on a bus
But hell always be a problem to his poor and puzzled mother
And hell always be another one of us

He said he wanted heaven but praying was too slow
So he bought a one-way ticket on an airline made of snow
Did you say you saw your good friend flying low

You say it was this morning when you last saw your good friend
Lying on the sidewalk with the misery on his brain
Stoned on some new potion he found upon the wall
Of some unholy bathroom in some ungodly hall

Did you say you saw your good friend flying low
Dying slow, blinded by snow

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