Slow Death letra

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 raunchie 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 death, slow death, slow death, slow death
I called the preacher
Oh holy holy
I begged forgiveness
And then he told me

There's nothing i can prescribe
To keep your raunchie bag of bones alive
I got some money
Give me one more shot
He said go kill yourself
I said thanks a lot.

I've got to mainline
A hit of morphine
Except the mainline
Is like a bad dream

Slow death eats my mind away
Slow death turns my flesh to clay
Slow death, slow death, slow death, slow death

Dictators - Letras

• (I live for) Cars and girls
• Avenue A
• Baby Let's Twist
• Borneo Jimmy
• Burn, Baby, Burn!!
• California Sun
• Faster and Louder
• Fired Up
• Haircut And Attitude
• Hey Boys
• I Am Right!
• I Just Want To Have Something To Do
• In The Presence Of A New God
• It's Alright
• Jim Gordon Blues
• Loyola
• Master Race Rock
• New York, New York
• Prototype
• Pussy And Money
• Science gone too far
• Search and Destroy
• Slow Death
• Speedball
• Stay with me
• Teengenerate
• The Moronic Inferno
• The Next Big Thing
• The Party Starts Now
• The Savage Beat
• Two Tub Man
• Weekend
• What's Up With That?
• Who Will Save Rock And Roll?