Lyrics for Fiction: The Streets Of San Francisco by The Barclay James Harvest:
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| Artist: | The Barclay James Harvest |
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| Album: | Unknown |
| Track: | Fiction: The Streets Of San Francisco |
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| Date Added: | 18/10/2007 |
| Views: | 55 |
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| Lyrics: | On a cold misty night
On the corner of Haight
She stood with a Colt 45
The gun in her
hand
Awaiting her man
A victim to take by surprise
She's the Golden Gate Park
killer
She's the scourge of 'Frisco bay
Where she got herself beat up and left for
dead
By a man she felt true love for
But who left her out of hand
Now she's out to take
revenge on every man
As she stands there with a pistol in her hand
The victim
arrives
She looks in his eyes
He 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 killer
She's the scourge of 'Frisco
bay
Where she got herself beat up and left for dead
By a man she felt true love for
But
who left her out of hand
Now she's out to take revenge on every man
As she stands there with
a pistol in her hand |
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