San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me   You [Incomprehesible] me since nineteen sixty-three   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 an' 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 may 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