I was thinking about you guys yesterday
Now, I've been here three times before
And I think I understand a little bit
Of how you feel about some things
It's none of my business
How you feel about some other things
And I don't give a damn
About how you feel about some other things
But anyway
I tried to put myself in your place
And I believe this is the way
That I would feel about San Quentin
San Quentin
You've been living hell to me
You've galled at 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
Mister Congressman
Why can't you understand?
San Quentin
What good do you think you do?
Do you think that I'll be different
When you're through?
You bent my heart and 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 the whole world will regret
You did no good
San Quentin
You've been living hell to me
Thank you
Alright, we'll do it again after a while
Before we go
And I'll be proud to do it again
I kind of like it myself now