I called the doctor
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Up in the morning
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I had a fever
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It was a warning
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She said there's nothing I can prescribe
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To keep your raunchy bag of bones alive
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I got some money
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Give me one more shot
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She said go kill yourself
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I said Thanks a lot.
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It's a slow, it's a slow, it's a slow, it's a slow death
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I called the preacher
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Oh holy holy
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I begged forgiveness
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And then he told me
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He said there's nothing I can prescribe
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To keep your raunchy bag of bones alive
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I got some money
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Give me one more shot
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He said Go kill yourself
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I said Thanks a lot
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I got to mainline
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A hit of morphine
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Except the mainline
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Is like a bad dream
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Slow death
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Eat my mind away
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Slow death
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Turns my guts to clay
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Slow death, slow death, slow death, slow death
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Slow Death
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| The Dictators |
