A.I.D.S.
Close the door behind your back You live disease your selfish quack My course of faith has changed forever Don’t know which path will make me better
They call it plague of gays and junkies And prostitutes of the 3rd world countries They always find someone to blame A person at whom they just can aim
This mortal sickness that we all know Where people unscarred help it to grow A mother with her child inside Already victim of an old men’s pride
They donate blood and now they kill Infest a sickness just like a drill There is no one to purify And give the sickness all to die
Send me with millions into a rich world It could not touch me that’s what I heard But now the beast runs right inside me When will I die, when will it find me
This mortal sickness that we all know Where people unscarred help it to grow A mother with her child inside Already victim of an old men’s pride Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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