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 'em die And long ago I stopped askin' why
San Quentin, I hate every inch of you. You cut me and you scarred me thru and thru. And I 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 worn'd 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.