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An' I was thinkin' about you guys yesterday
Now, I been here three times before
An' I think I understand a little bit about how you think about some things
It's none of my business 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 the way that I would feel about San Quentin

San Quentin
You've been livin' hell to me
You've galled at 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 ev'ry inch of you
You've cut me and you've scarred me through an' through
And I'll walk out a wiser, weaker man
Mr. 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 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 the whole world will regret you did no good

San Quentin
You've been livin' hell to me

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