Slow Death (Alternate Version)

I called the doctor
Up in the morning
I had a fever
It was a warning

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 your soul", I said "Thanks a lot"

It's a slow, it's a slow
It's a slow, it's aslow death

I called the preacher
O holy, holy
I begged forgiveness
And then he told me

He said, "There's nothing I can prescribe
To keep your raunchy bag of bones alive"
I've got some money left for one more shot
He said "God save your soul"
I said, "Thanks a lot"

I got to mainline
A shot of morphine
It's set to mainline
It's like a bad dream

Slow death
Eat my mind away
Slow death
Turn my guts to clay

Slow death
Slow death
Slow death
Slow death, woo!

Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Roy Alan Loney, Cyril Jordan, Cyril Henri Garnick Jordan
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