San Antonio 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 mattress

And I drink from the station house sink

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 lawyer in black

I should have known as we walked through the World's Fair

That she'd die with a knife in the back

O 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