Slow Death

I called the doctor
 Up in the morning
 I had a fever
 It was a warning
 She said, "There's nothing I can prescribe
 To keep your raunchy bag of bones alive"
 I got some money left for one more shot
 She said, "God bless you" I said, "Thanks a lot"
 It's a slow, it's a slow
 Slow death
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 I called the preacher
 Holy, holy
 I begged forgiveness
 And then you told me
 He said, "There's nothing I can prescribe
 To keep your raunchy bag of bones alive"
 I got some money left for one more shot
 He said, "Go save yourself" I said, "Thanks a lot"
 Wow
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 I got to mainline
 A hit of morphine
 It's set to mainline
 It's like a bad dream
 Slow death, eat my mind away
 Slow death, turn my guts to clay
 Slow death, slow death
 Slow death, slow death
 Hey, hey
 Hey, hey
 Hey, hey
 Hey, hey
 Hey, hey
 Hey, hey
 Hey, hey