Lyrics Slow Death - The Dictators

Slow Death - The Dictators
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Date of issue: 07.02.2005
Song language: English

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 raunchy 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, it’s a slow, it’s a slow, it’s a slow death
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 kill yourself
I said Thanks a lot
I got to mainline
A hit of morphine
Except the mainline
Is like a bad dream
Slow death
Eat my mind away
Slow death
Turns my guts to clay
Slow death, slow death, slow death, slow death

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