AIDS and Armageddon (David Baerwald)

I’ve got six too many fingers, and a subatomic coat
Took my baby out for dinner, all she wanted was dope
On the way to the abortion, she said babies take hope
All you wanna do is just sit around and mope
About AIDS and Armageddon, Armageddon and AIDS
But I don’t want to talk about it
I think I might have got it anyway . . . I just got laid
Armageddon and AIDS . . .
I dream assassination, I hallucinate cash
I’m afraid of my own future, I’m disgusted by my past
Wake up dreaming every morning about some chemical blast
My brain full up of questions that I’m too afraid to ask
I just don’t want to know about . . .
AIDS and Armageddon, Armageddon and AIDS
But I don’t want to talk about it,
I think I might have got it anyway . . . I just got paid
Armageddon and AIDS . . .
Oh Jesus, oh God! Oh Jesus, oh God!
I don’t want to talk about it,
I think I might have got it anyway . . . I just got paid
Armageddon and AIDS . . .
You know, when I found her, she was hiding from the powers that be
She thought living was dying ungracefully
Our love affair ended the day she tried to kill me
She said: “You know you’re gonna die”
I said: “Yeah, but not yet . . .”
AIDS and Armageddon, Armageddon and AIDS
I don’t want to talk about it
I think I might have got it; anyway, I just got paid
Armageddon and AIDS . . .
Anyway, I wound up in Las Vegas to earn some alimony cash
Earned an honest dollar looking through my neighbors trash
But these jaded jet set wastrels, they kept on pounding at my door
They’d talk about Gandhi, and go looking for some whores
Well, don’t know about you, but . . .
I wanna make like a snake and shed my skin, I wanna make like a snake and shake it
I wanna make like a snake and shed my skin, I wanna make like a snake and shake it . . . baby

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