Down to my target weight
Sarcoma popped out all over my face
I lost three teeth
And all of my friends
Looks like this time I'm nearing the end
Full blown aids
No reason to lie
No reason to fib
When you're flat on your back
Counting all your ribs
I went to give blood
They just showed me the door
I stood up to leave
And I fell on the floor
Full blown aids
Damn that whore
Damn that whore
I said damn that whore
Yeah
Damn that whore
Well, now I got aids
And I don't feel so good
So I'm gonna go out and share it
With my neighborhood
Bartender, waitress, here's your tip
That ain't acne above my lip
Oh, you have to leave?
That's okay
I got time to kill
Maybe 2 or 3 days
I'm sitting alone humming the soft
Starting to think about who's done me wrong
(Who's done you wrong?)
My fifth grade teacher ---Mr. Beck
You're gonna find a hypodermic in your neck
Patients in my restaurant
Their tips blew
Well that ain't half and half in your stew
And Wendy
You remember me
You stood me up for prom
But I won't infect her
I'm gonna infect her mom