This following program is
dedicated to the city and people of San Francisco, who may not know
it but they are beautiful and so is their city this is a very
personal song, so if the viewer cannot understand it particularly
those of you who are European residents save up all your brand and
fly trans love airways to San Francisco U.S.A., then maybe you'll
understand the song, it will be worth it, if not for the sake of this
song but for the sake of your own peace of mind.
Strobe lights beam create dreams
walls move minds do too
on a warm San Franciscan night
old child young child feel alright
on a warm San Franciscan night
angels sing leather wings
jeans of blue Harley Davisons too
on a warm San Franciscan night
old angels young angels feel alright
on a warm San Franciscan night.
I wasn't born there perhaps I'll die
there
there's no place left to go, San
Franciscan.
Cop's face is filled with hate
heavens above he's on a street called
love
when will they even learn
old cop young cop feel alright
on a warm San Franciscan night
the children are cool
they don't raise fools
it's an american dream
includes indians too.
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