San Quentin - Live

(And I was thinking about you guys yesterday. I've been here three times before, ehm)
(I think I understand a little bit how you feel about something)
(It's just none of my bussiness how you feel about some other things)
(And I don't give a damn how you feel about some other things)
(But, anyway, I tried to put myself in your place)
(And I believe this is a way that I would feel about San Quentin)

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 understand

(San Quentin)

San Quentin, what good do you think you do?
Do you think I'll be different when you're through?
You bend 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 may all the world regret you did no good

San Quentin, I hate every inch of you

(Thank you very much)
(One more time? Hold on)
(Hey, before we do, tell if, uh, any of the guards who are still speaking to me, could I have a glass of water?)