San Quentin - Live at San Quentin State Prison, San Quentin, CA - February 1969 (Version 2)

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."