I’m goin’ to San Francisco
Where acid drops from flower-painted skies
I’m feelin’ the pain she’s gone through
I see it in her eyes

I’m weeping through San Francisco
Where people always do as they are told
Their downfall is drawing nearer
A dollar for a soul

The changes have set in slowly
But sure enough the spirit starts to die
A carcass that we’ve forsaken
For instant plastic highs

They won’t stop ‘til every block’s the same
Terraforming is their grand illusion
Twisting reality
Convincing us it’s what we want

I’m crawling from San Francisco
Whose concrete walls have left me deaf and blind
Its color a long-lost memory
That love left behind