San Quentin you've living hell to me You've called at me since 1963 I've seen them come and go and I've seen them die And long ago I stopped asking why San Quentin I hate every inch of you You've cut me and you've scarred me through and through And I'll walk out a wiser, weaker man Mr. Congressman, why cant you understand? San Quentin what good do you think you do? Do you think I'll be different when you're through? You bend my heart & 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 living hell to me.