webb wilder - slow death lyrics
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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
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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