Every Std In The Book

I had been out drinking myself half to death My vision was blurred my motor skills had left That's when I saw her; an angel bathed in divine light I took her home where she showed me one hell of a night But now it seems that three days later something just ain't right Itching flaking burning breaking keeps me up all night Oh my God my junk is turning green itching like hell And now what is that God awful smell? It's vile discharge dripping down my legs Tell me what did I do to deserve these rancid gifts? I was looking for the ride of my life what I got was syphilis Everyone said it was plain to see but I could not tell from afar That she'd been round the block more times than a rusty old used car Now it seems my skin is flaking, no mistaking the rash Caught from her sickening diseased unclean gash The crabs and lice are at home in her erogenous zone At the time it felt so right but now it seems that I'm the victim There's signs of major decay in every single rotting symptom Festering boils sick with disease all that comes out of my penis is cheese From then to now the contrast is stark I find it alarming that it glows in the dark Flaky and rotten smells like a farm mushrooms and fungi can only mean harm Fallen comrade closest of friends once tall and proud has gone green at the end