San Quentin (Live Version)

San Quentin, youve been livin hell to me
Youve hosted me since nineteen sixty three
Ive seen em come and go and Ive seen them die
And long ago I stopped askin why
San Quentin, I hate every inch of you.
Youve cut me and have scarred me thru an thru.
And Ill walk out a wiser weaker man;
Mister Congressman why cant you understand.
San Quentin, what good do you think you do?
Do you think Ill be different when youre 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, youve been livin hell to me.