Barclay James Harvest
The Streets of San Francisco
On a cold misty nightOn the corner of HaightShe stood with a Colt forty-five.The gun in her handAwaiting her manA victim to take by surprise.She's the Golden Gate Park killerShe's the scourge of Frisco BayWhere she got herself beat upAnd left for deadBy a man she felt true love forBut who left her out of hand.Now she's out to take revenge on every manAs she stands there with a pistol in her hand.The victim arrivesShe looks in his eyesHe goes for the gun in her hand.Karl Malden was great. (unlike the film, though)But just a bit late. (this was the real show)And got it right between the eyes.She's the Golden Gate Park killerSongtexteShe's the scourge of Frisco BayWhere she got herself beat upAnd left for deadBy a man she felt true love forBut who left her out of hand.Now she's out to take revenge on every manAs she stands there with a pistol in her hand.Repeat Chorus.
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