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
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 Explain Request ×
Lyrics taken from
/lyrics/w/webb_wilder/slow_death.html