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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'.
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'.
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.
Sets to the mainline, a hit of morphine
Sets to the mainline, 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'.
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.
It's a slow death
It's a slow death
It's a slow death.
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