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