Miles Kane – Slow Death (Guitar)

 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"

 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"

 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

 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"

 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

 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