San Francisco B.C. Silver Jews
Old San Francisco, San Francisco B.C.
I lived with my true love and she lived with me.
[G]"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 th[C]en.
[C]Since her dad, a local barber, had been beaten to death
She had become a vocal martyr in the vegan press
[G]The cops had failed, they couldn't catch a buzz
They were looking for a male with a bad hair cut
Enter tumbleweed, exit love and our affaire d'amour
Was set on self-destruc[C]t.
[C]She said "you don't make enough to provide for me."
I said "what about the stuff that we quote believe?"
[G]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 QV[C]C."
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[C]Little, asian, deadly, like a cobra in the shade
Sat in the midst of the smoke that he made
[G]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 br[C]eak.
[C]"If I hire you now, can you start today?
I got a high-rise job down by the bay.
[G]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 s[C]ide."
[C]Doll-house lightning and the next thing I knew
We were back at our point of rendezvous.
[G]I was in the possession of burglary tools
Children's fur coats and diamonds and jewels
Gene's talking about insignificant shit
Just like crooks in the movies when they do that b[C]it.
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[C]He said the power of metal will never be harnessed.
I thought the wages of metal should be heavily garnished.
[G]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 the wave, it was human err[C]or.
[C]Before I knew what I said, I said "killer cut."
I watched him silently putting out a cigarette butt.
[G]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 hot[C]el.
[C]Right there and then Mr. Games walked in
With my ex-true love on his gamy limb.
[G]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 h[C]is.
[C]Old San Francisco, San Francisco B.C.
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