A.I.D.S lyrics

Song information

Artist: Forgotten Rebels
Album: Surfin' On Heroin

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 calls
'Cause he met his confidant through the johnny box walls
Greasing up his fist, puts leather masks on their faces
Now he's 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 hell you're gonna fry
A.i.d.s. blame it on your mother, your friends
This century, your sister and your brother
Just another day in your glamorous side of life
Needles and sluts help to ease your strife
To the neon palace where both thrills call
'Cause you find your confident off the stage door walls
Heating up the needle and heating up the girl
Now you're so geared up it 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
Whippin' loose your dick in a haiti swamp
Typing up the green monkey, go for a romp
You wonder what got you in this awful way-
In an oxygen tent singing what a lovely holiday

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