Slow Death

I called the doctor

Up in the morning

I had a fever

It was a warning

She said there's nothing i can prescribe

To keep your raunchie bag of bones alive

I got some money

Give me one more shot

She said go kill yourself

I said thanks a lot.

It's a slow death, slow death, slow death, slow death

I called the preacher

Oh holy holy

I begged forgiveness

And then he told me

There's nothing i can prescribe

To keep your raunchie bag of bones alive

I got some money

Give me one more shot

He said go kill yourself

I said thanks a lot.

I've got to mainline

A hit of morphine

Except the mainline

Is like a bad dream

Slow death eats my mind away

Slow death turns my flesh to clay

Slow death, slow death, slow death, slow death