Meeting you, with a view of his drill
Face to face in secret places, feel the chill.
Night fall covers me, but you know the plans I’m making,
Still oversea, could it be your zipper opening wide
A sacred why? , a mystery gaping inside
The weekends why?
Until we dance into the fire
That fatal AIDS is all we need
Dance into the fire,
To fatal sounds of broken dreams
Dance into the fire,
That fatal AIDS is all we need
Dance into the fire.....
Choice for you, is the view of his drill
Between the shades, assination standing still.
The first crystal tears, fall as snowflakes on your body
First time in years, to drench you skin with lovers’ rosy stain
A chance to find the phoenix for the flame,
A chance to die..
But can we dance into the fire
That fatal AIDS is all we need
Dance into the fire
To fatal sounds of broken dreams
Dance into the fire
That fatal AIDS is all we need
Dance into the fire
When all we see.. is the view of his drill
In related news, TheRobb7 has been reached agreement with producers to write the musical scores for this series. ;o)
Everyone has AIDS!
AIDS AIDS AIDS!
AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS!
Everyone has AIDS!
And so this is the end of our story
And everyone is dead from AIDS
It took from me my best friend
My only true pal
My only bright star (he died of AIDS)
Well I'm gonna march on Washington
Lead the fight and charge the brigades
There's a hero inside of all of us
I'll make them see everyone has AIDS
My father (AIDS!)
My sister (AIDS!)
My uncle and my cousin and her best friend (AIDS AIDS AIDS!)
The gays and the straights
And the white and the spades
Everyone has AIDS!
My grandma and my dog 'ol blue (AIDS AIDS AIDS)
The pope has got it and so do you (AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS)
C'mon everybody we got quilting to do (AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS)
We gotta break down these baricades, everyone has
AIDS! x 20