[Verse]
I called the doctor
In the morning
I had a fever
It was a warning
She said, "There's nothing that I can prescribe
To keep your raunchy bag of bones alive"
I got the money for one more shot
She said, "God bless you," I said, "Thank you a lot"
[Verse]
I called the preacher
Holy, holy
Begged for forgiveness
That’s what he told me
He said, "There's nothing that I can prescribe
To keep your raunchy bag of bones alive"
I've got the money for one more shot
He said, "God bless you," I said, "Thank you a lot"
[Chorus]
Slow death, eat my mind away
Slow death, turn my guts to clay
It’s a slow, it's a slow, it's a slow
It's a slow death
[Verse]
Sets to the mainline
A hit of morphine
Sets to the mainline
Oh, it's like a bad dream
They said, "There's nothing that I can prescribe
To keep your raunchy bag of bones alive"
I've got the money for one more shot, shot
She said, "God bless you," I said, "Thank you a lot"
[Chorus]
Slow death, eat my mind away
Slow death, turn my guts to clay
Slow death, keep my mind away
Slow death, turn my guts to clay
It's a slow, it’s a slow, it’s a slow
It's a slow death
[Outro]
It’s a slow death
It's a slow death
It's a slow death
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