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 every 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 walk 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, you´ve been livin´ hell to me.