Fiction: The Streets Of San Francisco — текст песни (The Barclay James Harvest)

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 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 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 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 her out of hand
Now she`s out to take revenge on every man
As she stands there with a pistol in her hand