I see San Antonio burning
Through the barred station window
I see angels on boats beating trumpets of gold
In the sky above the old rodeo
As I roll off my prison matress
And I drink from the station house ink
I can see that blotter in the water
With my name bleeding newspaper ink
She was long white legs and diamonds
I was a Long Island liar in black
I should have known as we walked through the World’s Fair
That she died with a knife in the back
Doc, O doc, I need my morphine
As the guard drags his keys across the bars
I can see Mr. Pain beyond the window frame
In empty golden hills beyond the stars
I see San Antonio burning
Through the barred station window
I see angels on boats beating trumpets of gold
In the sky above the old rodeo
Through the barred station window
I see angels on boats beating trumpets of gold
In the sky above the old rodeo
As I roll off my prison matress
And I drink from the station house ink
I can see that blotter in the water
With my name bleeding newspaper ink
She was long white legs and diamonds
I was a Long Island liar in black
I should have known as we walked through the World’s Fair
That she died with a knife in the back
Doc, O doc, I need my morphine
As the guard drags his keys across the bars
I can see Mr. Pain beyond the window frame
In empty golden hills beyond the stars
I see San Antonio burning
Through the barred station window
I see angels on boats beating trumpets of gold
In the sky above the old rodeo
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