paroles de chanson Grounded - Pavement

Your doctor's leaving for the holiday's 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 lost money, the enemies are waiting for the fault 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, you never know when the bridge falls apart

He sold a swollen daughter the sauna on the Tucson ridge
They're smoking marijuana or doing blotters, I don't know which
Boys are dying on these streets

Hey, medic