Pavement
Grounded
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 complains when it's hot He fowled a swollen daughter in a sauna Playing contract bridge There soaking up the fauna doing blotters I don't know which, which, which Boys are dying on the streets I know the medical world could knock you out Sell the coins that you jayed last Thursday Dine by candlelight and hold your savings tight You'll never know when the bridge falls apart Hespoke of latent causes, sterile gauze's and The bedside morale He trapes around the table talking sentences so incomplete Boys are dying on these streets
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