At Least I Know What’s Killing Me
I say I'd rather be sick or even
Ashes in some pot
Than to be stuck pretending
To be healthy when I'm not
I know you think I'm dyin'
'Cause I'm under Jesus' curse
Well, when I'm on my deathbed
I don't want you for a nurse
At Least I know what's killing me, yeah
I don't live a fantasy
And though I know you disagree
At least I know what's killing me
I've got a piece of paper
And it tells me something's wrong
It says they think I'm dying
And that I ain't got too long
They don't do any testing
For the thing that's wrong with you
No cure for what you say
No cure for what you do
At least I know what's killing me, yeah
I know the enemy
And though I know you disagree
At least I know what's killing me
You're alive on the outside
But you're the walking dead
Better grow good stuff on the inside
Or bad stuff'll grow instead
I'll tell you something true
Though you may doubt
I'd rather be me with AIDS
Then to have to be you without it
Well, at least I, yes at least I
Well at least I can wake up in the morning
Take a good long look at myself in the mirror
And say to myself: Well at least I know
Well at least I know
Well At least I know
Hey!
What's killing me
At least I know the enemy
And though I know you disagree
Well, at least I know what's killing me
And though I know you disagree
Yeah! Well, At least I know what's killing me!
Yeah!