You say it was this morning when you last saw your good friend Alive on the pavement with the misery in his brain Sprawled on some cushion he found upon the wall Someone holding bathroom and someone holding home He only had a dollar to live on till next monday And he spend it on comfort for his mind He'd say he thinks he's blind Someone should call his family a sister or a brother They'll come to take him back home on a bus And he'll always be a problem for his poor endazzled mother And he'll always be another one of us He only had a dollar to live on till next monday He said he wanted heaven but praying was too slow So he bought a one way ticket on an airline made of snow He says there's your good friend flyin low Dyin slow, flyin low, dyin slow, flyin low