Pavement - Grounded lyrics

doctors leaving for the holiday season Got crystal ice picks, no gift for the gab And in the parking lots --is the sedan he bought? He never, he never complains when it's hot He phoned the fallen 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 Dine by candelight and hold your savings tight You never, you never know when the bridge falls apart We spoke of latent causes sterile gauzes And the bedside morale We traipse around the table talking sentences So incomplete... please! plea! Boys are dying on these streets...