I've been in the narrow slashes   Velvet red and real as rashes   California's got me wanting more of   Four years. Get me from this Capp Street   Veneration. There came the kill   I know you well enough, you will and   Who'll be sleeping under mission bells?      Leave me here and let me go for   Oceans on two sides   Your optimism paralleled a wake in English tides   How they must soothe you, night, day and night      Hypocrisy has smashed that atavistic take   On my commitment, one mistake   How's the new kid, all the new truths and the vileness, god forbid   I lie here waiting while the Mission bells are ringing, ringing   Out over the city and the sunshine and the doubt