Текст песни The Barclay James Harvest - Fiction: The Streets Of San Francisco
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On a cold misty nightOn the corner of HaightShe stood with a Colt 45 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 up and left for deadBy a man she felt true love forBut who left her out of handNow 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 killerShe`s the scourge of `Frisco bayWhere she got herself beat up and left for deadBy a man she felt true love forBut who left her out of handNow she`s out to take revenge on every manAs she stands there with a pistol in her hand