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!