Grounded

Doctor's leavin' for the holiday season

Got crystal ice picks

No gift for the gab

And in the parking lot

Is the sedan he bought

He never

He never complains when it's hot

He foaled a swollen daughter in a sauna playing contract bridge

They're soakin' up the fun or doin' blotters, I don't know which

Which

Which

Boys are dyin' on these streets

I know the medical world could knock you out

To sell the coins that you jayed last Thursday, hey

Dine by candlelight

And hold your savings tight

You never

You never know when the bridge falls apart

He spoke of latent causes

Sterile gauzes and the bedside morale

He traipse around the table talkin' sentences so incomplete-plete-plete

Boys are dying on these streets