San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me

You blistered me since 1963

I've seen 'em come and go and I've seen 'em die

And long ago, I stopped askin' why

San Quentin, I hate every inch of you

You cut me and you scarred me through and through

And I'll walk out a wiser, weaker man

Mister Congressman, you can't 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 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? All right, all right. Hey, before we do it, though, if any of the guards are still speaking to me, could I have a glass of water? Here it is again, 'San Quentin', just for you."