Grounded (Remastered)

Doctors 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 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
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 I know the medical world could knock you out
 To sell the coins that you J'd last Thursday
 Dine by candlelight 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