Testo A.I.D.S.

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.