Grounded

Doctor's leaving 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 the sauna playing contract bridge

They're soaking up the fun or doing blotters I don't know which...which...which

Boys are dying 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 talking sentences so incomplete...plete....plete

Boys are dying on these streets