A.I.D.S. Lyrics

Just another day on the rotten side of
life, he's looking for a sweet boy to
make him his wife. To the butcher's
dungeon steam house he makes his c
alls, 'cause he met his confidant
through the johnny box walls. Greasing
up his fist, puts leather masks to their
faces. Bobbin' for thrills in all the wrong
places. You wonder what he did to get
him in that awful way -- in an oxygen
tent singing glad to be gay. A.I.D.S.,
now you're gonna die. A.I.D.S., in hall
you're gonna fry. A.I.D.S., blame it on
your mother, your friends, this century,
your sister and brother.
Just another day in your glamorous life.
Needles and sluts help to ease your
strife. To the neon place where both
thrills call, 'cause you find your
confident off the stage door walls.
Heating up the needle and heating up
the girl. So geared up makes your top
lip curl. You wonder what got you in
that awful way -- in an oxygen. tent
singing rock 'n' roll is here to stay.
A.I.D.S., now you're gonna die. A.I.D.S.,
in hell you're gonna fry. A.I.D.S., blame
it on your mother, your friends, this
century, your sister and brother.
Whippin' loose your dick in a Haiti
swamp. Tying up a green monkey, go
for a romp. You wonder what got you
in this awful way, in an oxygen tent
singing what a lovely holiday.