"Toast"

One of a handful of AIDS songs I’ve written. This one is a little heavy-handed. That’s probably why I never recorded it.

Toast

© 1994 Brian Hutzell

Hot bodies hugging the dirt

Skin to the ground, getting off on the earth

Sex for dinner, death for dessert

A mighty high price for what it’s worth

So here’s to a rubber sheath--better than wearing a black wreath

Here’s to love and safety

My toast is a toast to common sense

I’m not gonna stop doing what I want

But I’ll do it with intelligence

If I could, I’d be naked all the time

I love the tremor of your body with mine

I’m happy to drive or happy to ride

And I'm most alive when death is nearby

So here’s to a rubber sheath--better than wearing a black wreath

Here’s to love and safety

My toast is a toast to common sense

I’m not gonna stop doing what I want

But I’ll do it with intelligence

I’ve been accused of gluttony

But that doesn’t paint me accurately

My primary pleasure is to please

When you come, it does the same for me

So here’s to a rubber sheath--better than wearing a black wreath

Here’s to love and safety

My toast is a toast to common sense

I’m not gonna stop doing what I want

But I’ll do it with intelligence

Yes, do that.

It’s a very fine way to get to know you

Yes, undress.

I’ve got some things I want to show you

Negative or positive--either way, there’s life to live

Show me your affection, but do it with protection

So here’s to a rubber sheath--better than wearing a black wreath

Here’s to love and safety

My toast is a toast to common sense

I’m not gonna stop doing what I want

But I’ll do it with intelligence

"W1"

Brian Hutzell