Old San Francisco, San Francisco B.C.
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I lived with my true love and she lived with me.
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"Romance is the douche of the bourgeoisie"
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Was the very first thing she imparted to me
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We had sarcastic hair, we used lewd pseudonyms
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We got a lot of stares on the street back then.
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Since her dad, a local barber, had been beaten to death
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She had become a vocal martyr in the vegan press
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The cops had failed, they couldn't catch a bus
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They were looking for a male with a bad hair cut
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Enter tumbleweed, exit love and our affaire d'amour
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Was set on self-destruct.
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She said "you don't make enough to provide for me."
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I said "what about the stuff that we quote believe?"
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She said "I left that on the sands of history
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I've found a new man to take care of me
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He dresses for success and emergency
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And he moves a lot of concrete on the QVC."
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Little, asian, deadly, like a cobra in the shade
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Sat in the midst of the smoke that he made
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His name was Mr. Games and he owned the place
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It was a lonely bar and grill in the Lower Haight
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He had a jeweler's hands and a blurry face
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He knew I needed a chance so he gave me a break.
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"If I hire you now, can you start today?
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I got a high-rise job down by the bay.
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Just a couple of rocks and some firearms
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There's not many locks and just one alarm
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My step-son Gene will pick you up and drive
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Try to be his friend, he's got a friendly side."
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Doll-house lightning and the next thing I knew
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We were back at our point of rendezvous.
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I was in the possession of burglary tools
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Children's fur coats and diamonds and jewels
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Gene's talking about insignificant shit
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Just like crooks in the movies when they do that bit.
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He said the power of metal will never be harnessed.
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I thought the wages of metal should be heavily garnished.
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We were waiting for his dad to meet us there
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Gene took off his hat and I noticed his hair
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It was neatly trimmed but a patch was bare
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I knew it wasn't the wave, it was human error.
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Before I knew what I said, I said "killer cut."
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I watched him silently putting out a cigarette butt.
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Then he came at me with some fist cuisine
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I had to duck aside and that was bad for Gene
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Cause when he went by me he tripped and fell
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Through the glass coffee table at the Wong hotel.
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Right there and then Mr. Games walked in
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With my ex-true love on his gamy limb.
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So her dad's killer's dad was her new beau
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And Games had a wife, whatta you know?
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She got real real quiet till we chucked the kid
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Then she went her way and I went his.
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Old San Francisco, San Francisco B.C.
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San Francisco B.C.
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