Texty: Pavement. Wowee Zowee. Grounded.

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

[Incomprehensible]
I don't know 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

Dine by candlelight, your hold your savings tight
You never, you never know when the bridge falls apart

He phoned the foreign daughter in a sauna, playing contract bridge
They're soaking up the fauna, doing blotters
I don't know which
Boys are dying on these streets