Slow Death
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[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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Credits
- Writers
- Cyril Jordan
- Roy Loney