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.