Grounded Lyrics - Wowee Zowee - Pavement

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 

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 guess a medical world could knock you out 

To sell the coins that you jayed last Thursday-hey 

Dine by candlelight, your hold your savings tight 

You never, you never know when the bridge falls apart 

He spoke of latent causes, sterile gauzes, and bedside morale 

They trapes around the table talking sentences 

so incomplete...plete....plete 

Boys are dying on these streets