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 hair cut Enter tumbleweed, exit love And our affaire d'amour 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've found a new man to 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 lonely 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 step-son Gene will pick you up and drive Try to be his friend, he's got a friendly side" Doll-house 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's talking about insignificant shit 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 waitin' 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 new wave, it was human error Before I knew what I said, I said "killer cut" I watched him silently puttin' out a cigarette butt Then he came at me with some fist cuisine I had to duck aside and that was bad for Gene 'Cause 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 gamy limb So her dad's killer's dad was her new beau And Games had a wife, whatta you know? She got real real quiet till we chucked the kid Then she went her way and I went his Old San Francisco, San Francisco B.C
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