I've got thirty days
The medicine I take
Gives me away
I've got twenty days
To find a way to say
We've got AIDS
I've got some days
So shake me awake
You're just a skeleton in a T-shirt now
With a muscle-lined heart
I hope your bones still think I'm funny
When I pull them apart
And shove you back in the closet
Of your hospital room
So I can't hear the laughter
Ringing through the tomb
I hope you die someday soon