Baby’s got AIDS and she’s killin’ me
The doctor told her she’s got HIV
Well, I wanted more and I wanted less
But, she wasn’t there to take the test for me (take the test for me)
It wasn’t the needle and it wasn’t the smack
It was stickin’ your arm up Joey’s crack
Well, you thought that the bath would wash it away
But, little did you know that Joey was Gay-ay-ay (Joey’s gay)
I found the syringes and the ‘Devil Dast’
And my roommate said that your time had passed
Well, it’s time to take God into yourself
And leave my cds on my fuckin’ shelf (leave ‘em on my shelf)
The last I heard you were at Life Café
Pullin’ tips for a bundle a day
Then, you lost your job and moved in with Ali
I pray to God you’re not sellin’ your pussy (don’t sell your pussy)
Now you got a court date on November 3
For getting’ busted down on Avenue B
Well, you pushed your luck just a little too far
Now you’re jonesin’ behind iron bars (behind iron bars)
Now it’s 1997
And you’re a far cry from heaven
They brainwashed you in therapy
And moved you upstate to a junkie colony (a junkie colony)
You’re so far away that I almost forget
The nights you’d call and beg for cigarettes
Well, I’m still me, I’m still going to shows
And guess what baby I’m puttin’ up my nose
puttin’ up my nose, puttin’ up my nose, puttin’ up my nose
Don’t walk away baby
Don’t walk away baby
Don’t walk away baby
Don’t walk away baby
My baby’s gone
My junky’s gone
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