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The Lords of Altamont - Slow Death lyrics

Artist: The Lords of Altamont

album: To Hell With Tomorrow The Lords Are Now


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, it's a slow
Slow death
♪
I called the preacher
Holy, holy
I begged forgiveness
And then you 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, "Go save yourself" I said, "Thanks a lot"
Wow
♪
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, slow death
Slow death, slow death
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey

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