WEBB WILDER


Slow Death Lyrics

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.

Its 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

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Songwriter(s): Roy Alan Loney, Cyril Jordan
Publisher(s): Slow Death Music, Loney Tunes Music
Record Label(s): 1995 New West Records, LLC
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