Fiction The Streets Of San Francisco

[Intro]      [Verse 1] In a cold misty night At the corner of Haight She stood with a Colt Ferty-Five. The gun in her hand Awaiting her man A victim to take by surprise [Chorus] 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 out of hand Now she’s out to take revenge on every man As she stands there with a pistol in her hand [Interlude]      [Verse 2] The victim arrives She looks in his eyes He goes for the gun in her hand Karl Malden was great But just a bit late Got it right between the eyes [Chorus] 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 out of hand Now she’s out to take revenge on every man As she stands there with a pistol in her hand [Chorus] 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 out of hand Now she’s out to take revenge on every man As she stands there with a pistol in her hand [Outro]           (x17)