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  San Quentin, you´ve been livin´ hell to me
You´ve hosted me since nineteen sixty three
I´ve seen ´em come and go and I´ve seen them die
And long ago I stopped askin´ why

San Quentin, I hate evry inch of you
You´ve cut me and have scarred me thru an´ thru
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 I´ll be different when you´re through?
You bent my heart and mind and you may my soul
And 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 evry inch of you