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 raunchy bag of bones alive" I got some money left for one more shot She said, "God bless you" I said, "Thanks a lot" It's a slow, it's a slow Slow death ♪ I called the preacher Holy, holy I begged forgiveness And then you told me 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, "Go save yourself" I said, "Thanks a lot" Wow ♪ I got to mainline A hit 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 Hey, hey Hey, hey Hey, hey Hey, hey Hey, hey Hey, hey Hey, hey