A.i.d.s lyrics

Artist  : Forgotten Rebels 
Song : A.i.d.s



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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.