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I called the DoctorUp in the morningI had a feverIt was a warningShe said there's nothing I can prescribeTo keep your raunchie bag of bones aliveI got some moneyGive me one more shotShe said go kill yourselfI said Thanks a lot.Its a slow death, slow death, slow death, slow deathI called the preacheroh holy holyI begged forgivenessand then he told meThere's nothing I can prescribeTo keep your raunchie bag of bones aliveI got some moneyGive me one more shotHe said go kill yourselfI said Thanks a lot.Letras de cancionesI've got to mainlineA hit of morphineExcept the mainlineIs like a bad dreamSlow death eats my mind awaySlow death turns my flesh to clayslow death, slow death, slow death, slow death From Letras Mania