San Quentin you've been living hell to me You've blistered me since 1963 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 you 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 the whole world will regret you did no good