Slow d**h
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
Give me one more shot
She said go k** yourself
I said Thanks a lot
It's a slow, it's a slow, it's a slow, it's a slow d**h
I called the preacher
Oh 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 got some money
Give me one more shot
He said Go k** yourself
I said Thanks a lot
I got to mainline
A hit of morphine
Except the mainline
Is like a bad dream
Slow d**h
Eat my mind away
Slow d**h
Turns my guts to clay
Slow d**h, slow d**h, slow d**h, slow d**h