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San Quentin you've been living hell to me
You've blistered me since nineteen sixty three
I've seen them come and go and I've seen them die
And long ago I stopped asking why?
San Quentin I hate every inch of you
You've cut me and you've scarred me through and through
And I'll walk out a wiser, weaker man
Mr. Congressman, you can't understand?
San Quentin what good do you think you do?
Do you think I'll be different when you're through?
You bend my heart & mind and you warp my soul
Your stone walls turn my blood a little cold
San Quentin may you rot and burn in hell
May your walls fall and may I live to tell
May all the world forget you ever stood
And may all the world regret you did no good
San Quentin I hate every inch you
Thank you very much
One more time
Maybe before we do it
If any of the God's are still speaking to me
Can I have a glass of water?
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