Текст песни 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.

It's a slow death, slow death, slow death, slow death

I called the preacher

Oh holy holy

I begged forgiveness
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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