Grounded

The 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 Your love's burning the enemies, now waiting for the fall to come The sun is made of plastic or elastic, I don't know which Boys are dying on these streets I guess the medical world could knock you out To sell the coins that you jayed last Thursday Dine by candlelight, you hold your savings tight You never, never know when the bridge falls apart He sold a swollen daughter to the sauna on the Tucson ridge They're smoking marijuana, doing blotters, I don't know which Boys are dying on these streets I'm ready