Dying on the Streets

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 hotHe 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 streetsI 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 apartHe 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