San Francisco B.C. Chords & Lyrics by Silver Jews
San Francisco B.C.
guitar chords lyrics
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Old San Francisco, San Francisco B.C.
I lived with my true love and she lived with me.
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"Romance is the douche of the bourgeoisie"
Was the very first thing she imparted to me
We had sarcastic hair, we used lewd pseudonyms
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We got a lot of stares on the street back then.
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Since her dad, a local barber, had been beaten to death
She had become a vocal martyr in the vegan press
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The cops had failed, they couldn't catch a buzz
They were looking for a male with a bad hair cut
Enter tumbleweed, exit love and our affaire d'amour
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Was set on self-destruct.
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She said "you don't make enough to provide for me."
I said "what about the stuff that we quote believe?"
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She said "I left that on the sands of history
I've found a new man to take care of me
He dresses for success and emergency
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and he moves a lot of concrete on the QVC."
Instrumental part: Dm, C
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Little, asian, deadly, like a cobra in the shade
Sat in the midst of the smoke that he made
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His name was Mr. Games and he owned the place
It was a lonely bar and grill in the Lower Haight
He had a jeweler's hands and a blurry face
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He knew I needed a chance so he gave me a break.
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"If I hire you now, can you start today?
I got a high-rise job down by the bay.
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Just a couple of rocks and some firearms
There's not many locks and just one alarm
My step-son Gene will pick you up and drive
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Try to be his friend, he's got a friendly side."
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Doll-house lightning and the next thing I knew
We were back at our point of rendezvous.
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I was in the possession of burglary tools
Children's fur coats and diamonds and jewels
Gene's talking about insignificant shit
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Just like crooks in the movies when they do that bit.
instrumental again: Dm, C
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He said the power of metal will never be harnessed.
I thought the wages of metal should be heavily garnished.
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We were waiting for his dad to meet us there
Gene took off his hat and I noticed his hair
It was neatly trimmed but a patch was bare
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I knew it wasn't the wave, it was human error.
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Before I knew what I said, I said "killer cut."
I watched him silently putting out a cigarette butt.
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Then he came at me with some fist cuisine
I had to duck aside and that was bad for Gene
Cause when he went by me he tripped and fell
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Through the glass coffee table at the Wong hotel.
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Right there and then Mr. Games walked in
With my ex-true love on his gamy limb.
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So her dad's killer's dad was her new beau
And Games had a wife, whatta you know?
She got real real quiet till we chucked the kid
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Then she went her way and I went his.
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Old San Francisco, San Francisco B.C.
