Grounded Lyrics by 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...

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