Webb Wilder - Slow d**h lyrics

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