♫ Intro: A C G D x 3 A C G ♫ Verse 1: D A C G I called the doctor D A C G Up in the morning D A C G I had a fever D It was a warning
A She said "There's nothing I can prescribe A To keep your raunchy bag of bones alive" A I got some money left for one more shot A She said "God bless you" so I said "Thanks a lot" ♫ Chorus: G It's a slow, it's a slow it's a slow, A C G D its a slow death A C G ♫ Verse 2: D A C G I called the preacher D A C G Holy, holy D A C G I begged forgiveness D And then he told me A He said "There's nothing I can prescribe A To keep your raunchy bag of bones alive" A I got some money left for one more shot A He said "God bless you" so I said "Thanks a lot" ♫ Solo: A A A A x 8 G x 4 A C G D x 3 A C G ♫ Verse 3: D A C G I've got to mainline D A C G A hit of morphine D A C G It's set to mainline D It's like a bad dream ♫ Outro: A F#m Slow death--eat my mind away A F#m Slow death--turn my guts to clay A F#m Slow death Slow death A F#m Slow death Slow death D A G D A G Yeah Yeah D A G D A G Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah D A G D A G Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah D A G D A G Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah D A G D A G Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah end on D
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