San Quentin, you've been livin' [bad word] to me.
You've galled at me since nineteen sixty three.
I've seen [bad word] and go and I've seen them die,
And long ago I stopped askin' why.

San Quentin, I hate ev'ry inch of you.
You've cut me and you've scarred me through an' through.
And I'll walk out a wiser, weaker man;
Mr Congressman, you can't understand?

San Quentin, what good do you think you do?
Do you think that I'll be different when you're through?
You bend my heart adn mind and you warp my soul,
Your stone walls turn my blood a little cold.

San Quentin, may you rot and burn in [bad word] 
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 livin' [bad word] to me.