Slow death
Webb wilder
I called the Doctor
Up in the morning
I had a fever
It was a warning
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
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