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, slow d**h
I called the preacher
Holy, holy
I begged forgiveness
That's when he 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 "God bless you" I said "Thanks a lot"
[Chorus/instrumental break]
I'm set to mainline
A hit of morphine
It's set to mainline
It's like a bad dream
Slow d**h... eat my mind away
Slow d**h... turn my guts to clay
Slow d**h [repeated]
Yeah, yeah [repeated]