I get six to many fingers and a subatomic coat
I took my baby out to dinner but all she wanted
Was dope on the way to the abortion
She said babies take hope I said all you ever do
Is just sit around and mope about

Aids and Armageddon
Armageddon and Aids
Well I don't want to talk about it
Cause 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 with my past
I wake up dreaming every morning
About some chemical blast my brain
Filled up with questions that I'm too afraid to ask
I just don't wanna know

Aids and Armageddon
Armageddon and Aids
Well I don't want to talk about it
Cause I think I might have got it
And anyway I just got paid
That's Aids and Armageddon
Armageddon and Aids

Well she was in hiding
From the powers that be
She viewed living
As 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

So I wound up in Las Vegas
To earn some alimony cash
I made an honest dollar
Looking through my
Neighbors trash
But these jaded jet set wastrels
Always pounding at my door
They'd talk about Gandhi
Then go looking for some hoes

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): DAVID FRANCIS BAERWALD