san anotnio burning

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