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 raunchie bag of bones alive I got some money Give me one more shot She said go kill yourself I said Thanks a lot. Its a slow death, slow death, slow death, slow death I called the preacher Oh holy holy I begged forgiveness And then he told me There's nothing I can prescribe To keep your raunchie bag of bones alive I got some money Give me one more shot He said go kill yourself I said Thanks a lot. I've got to mainline A hit of morphine Except the mainline Is like a bad dream Slow death eats my mind away Slow death turns my flesh to clay Slow death, slow death, slow death, slow death