Slow Death

[Intro] A  C  G  D
        A  C  G  D

[Primeira Parte]

 A   C
    I called the doctor
 G   D
    In the morning
 A   C
    I had a fever
 G  D
    It was a warning
 A
She said, "There's nothing that I can prescribe
 A
To keep your raunchy bag of bones alive"
 A
I got the money for one more shot
 A
She said, "God bless you," I said, "Thank you a lot"

[Segunda Parte]

 A   C
     I called the preacher
 G   D
     Holy, holy
 A   C
     Begged for forgiveness
 G   D
     That's what he told me
 A
He said, "There's nothing that I can prescribe
 A
To keep your raunchy bag of bones alive"
 A
I've got the money for one more shot
 A
He said, "God bless you," I said, "Thank you a lot"

[Refrão]

 A          F#m
Slow death, eat my mind away
 A          F#m
Slow death, turn my guts to clay
 G
It's a slow, it's a slow, it's a slow
 G
It's a slow death

[Solo] A  C  G  D
       A  C  G  D
       A  C  G  D
       A  C  G  D

[Terceira Parte]

 A   C
    Sets to the mainline
 G   D
     A hit of morphine
 A   C
    Sets to the mainline
 G   D
    Oh, it's like a bad dream
 A
They said, "There's nothing that I can prescribe
 A
To keep your raunchy bag of bones alive"
 A
I've got the money for one more shot, shot
 A
She said, "God bless you," I said, "Thank you a lot"

[Refrão]

 A          F#m
Slow death, eat my mind away
 A          F#m
Slow death, turn my guts to clay
 A          F#m
Slow death, keep my mind away
 A          F#m
Slow death, turn my guts to clay
 G
It's a slow, it's a slow, it's a slow
 G
It's a slow death

[Solo] A  C  G  D
       A  C  G  D
       A  C  G  D
       A  C  G  D

[Final]

A  C  G  D
         It's a slow death
A  C  G  D
         It's a slow death
A  C  G  D
         It's a slow death