Old san Francisco, san Francisco b.c.
I lived with my true love and she lived with me
Romance is the douche of the bourgeoisie
Was the very first thing she imparted to me
We had sarcastic hair
We used lewd pseudonyms
We got a lot of stares on the street back then

Since her dad a local barber had been beaten to death
She had become a vocal martyr in the vegan press
The cops had failed they couldn't catch a bus
They were looking for a male with a bad haircut
enter tumbleweed, exit love
And our affair d'amore was set on self destruct

She said you don't make enough to provide for me
I said what about the stuff that we quote believe
She said I left that on the sands of history
I found a new man who'll take care of me
He dresses for success and emergency
And he moves a lot of concrete on the QVC

Middle aged and deadly like a cobra in the shade
Sat in the midst of the smoke that he made
His name was Mr. games and he owned the place
It was a lowly bar and grill in the lower haight
He had a jeweler's hands and a blurry face
He knew I needed a chance so he gave me a break

If I hire you now can you start today
I got a high rise job down by the bay
Just a couple of rocks and some firearms
There's not many locks and just one alarm
My stepson gene will pick you up and drive
Try to be his friend
He's got a friendly side

Dollhouse lightning and the next thing I knew
We were back at our point of rendezvous
I was in the possession of burglary tools
Children's fur coats and diamonds and jewels
Gene was talking bout insignificant s___
Just like the crooks in the movies when they do that bit

He said the power of metal will never be harnessed
I thought the wages of metal should be heavily garnished
We were waiting for his dad to meet us there
Gene took off his hat and I noticed his hair
It was neatly trimmed but a patch was bare
I knew it wasn't a weave it was human hair

Fore I knew what I said I said killer cut
I watched him silently putting out a cigarette b___
Then he came at me with some fist cuisine
I had to duck aside and that was bad for gene
Because when he went by me
He tripped and fell
Through the glass coffee table at the wong hotel

Right there and then Mr. games walked in
With my ex-true love on his gamey limb
So her dad's killer's dad was her new beau
And games had a wife
What do you know
She got real, real quiet
Til we chucked the kid
Then she went her way and I went his

Old san Francisco san Francisco b.c.

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