San Quentin, you've been l^Eivin' hell to ^Ame You've hosted me since n^Dineteen sixty th^Aree I've s^Deen 'em come and go and I've seen them d^Aie And long ago I s^Etopped askin' ^Awhy

San Quentin, I hate ^Eevery inch of ^Ayou. You've cut me and you s^Dcarred me through and t^Ahrough And ^DI'll walk out a wiser weaker ^Aman Mister Congressman ^Eyou can't underst^Aand

San Quentin, what good ^Edo you think you ^Ado' Do you think I'll be d^Different when you're t^Ahrough' You ^Dbend my heart and mind and you may my s^Aoul, And your stone walls turn my ^Eblood a little c^Aold.

San Quentin, may you r^Eot and burn in h^Aell. May your walls fall and may I live to t^Eell. May a^All the world forget you ever s^Dtood. And may ^Aall the world regr^Eet you did no g^Aood. San Quentin, i hate^E every inch of ^Ayou ^{E A}