I called the doctor in the morning I had a fever, it was a warning She said: There's nothing that I can prescribe To keep your raunchy bag of bones alive I got the money for one more shot She said: God bless you, I said: Thank you a lot I called the preacher, holy, holy Begged for forgiveness, that's what he told me He said: There's nothing that I can prescribe To keep your raunchy bag of bones alive I've got the money for one more shot He said: God bless you: I said: Thank you a lot Slow death, eat my mind away Slow death, turn my guts to clay It's a slow, it's a slow, it's a slow It's a slow death Sets to the mainline, a hit of morphine Sets to the mainline, it's like a bad dream They said: There's nothing that I can prescribe To keep your raunchy bag of bones alive I've got the money for one more shot, shot She said: God bless you, I said: Thank you a lot Slow death, eat my mind away Slow death, turn my guts to clay Slow death, keep my mind away Slow death, turn my guts to clay It's a slow, it's a slow, it's a slow It's a slow death It's a slow death It's a slow death It's a slow death