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 slow death i called the preacher holy holy i begged forgiveness that s when he 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 god bless you i said thanks a lot 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 yeah yeah 2