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Key: C
C 
Old San Francisco, San Francisco B.C. 
I lived with my true love and she lived with me. 
G 
'Romance is the douche of the bourgeoisie' 
Was the very first thing she imparted to me 
We had sarcastic hair, we used lewd pseudonyms 
                                            C 
We got a lot of stares on the street back then. 

C 
Since her dad, a local barber, had been beaten to death 
She had become a vocal martyr in the vegan press 
G 
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  
                       C 
Was set on self-destruct. 


C 
She said 'you don't make enough to provide for me.' 
I said 'what about the stuff that we quote believe?' 
G 
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 
                                        C                      
and he moves a lot of concrete on the QVC.' 

Instrumental part: Dm, C 

C 
Little, asian, deadly, like a cobra in the shade 
Sat in the midst of the smoke that he made 
G 
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 
                                            C 
He knew I needed a chance so he gave me a break. 

C 
'If I hire you now, can you start today? 
I got a high-rise job down by the bay. 
G 
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 
                                           C 
Try to be his friend, he's got a friendly side.' 

C 
Doll-house lightning and the next thing I knew 
We were back at our point of rendezvous. 
G 
I was in the possession of burglary tools 
Children's fur coats and diamonds and jewels 
Gene's talking about insignificant shit 
                                                  C 
Just like crooks in the movies when they do that bit. 

Instrumental again: Dm, C 

C 
He said the power of metal will never be harnessed. 
I thought the wages of metal should be heavily garnished. 
G 
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 
                                           C 
I knew it wasn't the wave, it was human error. 

C 
Before I knew what I said, I said 'killer cut.' 
I watched him silently putting out a cigarette butt. 
G 
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 
                                              C 
Through the glass coffee table at the Wong hotel. 

C 
Right there and then Mr. Games walked in 
With my ex-true love on his gamy limb. 
G 
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 
                                  C 
Then she went her way and I went his. 

C 
Old San Francisco, San Francisco B.C. 
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