Barclay James Harvest - Fiction: The Streets Of San Francisco lyrics

On a cold misty night On the corner of haight She stood with a colt 45 The gun in her hand Awaiting her man A victim to take by surprise She's the golden gate park k**er 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 her out of hand Now she's out to take revenge on every man As she stands there with a pistol in her hand The victim arrives She looks in his eyes He 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 k**er 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 her out of hand Now she's out to take revenge on every man As she stands there with a pistol in her hand