The doctor's leaving for the holiday season
Got crystal ice picks, but no gift for the gab
And in the parking lot, is the sedan he bought
He never, he never complains when it's hot (Never, never, never, never)
Your love's burning the enemies and 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, you never know when the bridge falls apart (Never, never, never, never)
He sold his swollen daughter to the sauna on a Tuscon ridge
He's smokin' marijuana, doing blotters, I don't know which
Boys are dying on these streets
I'm ready!
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