Slow Death Songtext
von The Streetwalkin’ Cheetahs

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 bags of bones alive"
I got some money, give me one more shot
She said, "Go save yourself", I said "Thanks a lot"

It's a slow, it′s a slow
It's a slow, it's a slow
Slow death

I called the preacher
Holy, holy
I begged forgiveness
Oh, then he told me


He said, "There′s nothing I can prescribe
To keep your raunchy bags of bones alive"
I got some money, give me one more shot
She said, "Go save yourself", I said "Thanks a lot"

I got a mainline
A hit of morphine
It′s just a mainline
Oh, it's like a bad dream

Slow death
Eats my mind away
Slow death
Turn my guts to clay
Slow, slow, slow death
Slow, slow, slow death

Hey-hey, hey-hey
Hey-hey, hey-hey
Hey-hey, hey-hey
Hey-hey