Slow Death

I called the doctor

Called him up in the mornin'

I had a fever

I took it as a warnin'

She said that there's nothin' I can prescribe

To keep your raunchy bag of bones alive

I've got money, good for one more shot

She said, God bless, no sweat, I said, thanks a lot

It's a  slow, it's a slow

It's a slow, slow death

Oh, yeah

I called the preacher

Oh, holy, holy

I begged forgiveness

Right then she told me

She said, there ain't nothin' that I can prescribe

To keep your raunchy bag of bones alive

I've got some money, good for one more shot

She said, God save you, son, I said, thanks a lot"

Hell, sing it

Hey-hey, I've got a mainline

Yeah, a hit of morphine

It's just a mainline

Just like a bad dream

Slow death, yeah, it eats my mind away

Slow death, yeah, it turns my flesh to clay

Slow death, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, slow death

Yeah, hey, slow death, slow death

Yeah