Old San Francisco, San Francisco B.C.nI lived with my true love and she lived with me.nRomance is the douche of the bourgeoisienWas the very first thing she imparted to menWe had sarcastic hair, we used lewd pseudonymsnWe got a lot of stares on the street back then.nnSince her dad, a local barber, had been beaten to deathnShe had become a vocal martyr in the vegan pressnThe cops had failed, they couldn't catch a busnThey were looking for a male with a bad hair cutnEnter tumbleweed, exit love and our affaire d'amour nWas set on self-destruct.nnShe said you don't make enough to provide for me.nI said what about the stuff that we quote believe?nShe said I left that on the sands of historynI've found a new man to take care of menHe dresses for success and emergencynAnd he moves a lot of concrete on the QVC.nnLittle, asian, deadly, like a cobra in the shadenSat in the midst of the smoke that he madenHis name was Mr. Games and he owned the placenIt was a lonely bar and grill in the Lower HaightnHe had a jeweler's hands and a blurry facenHe knew I needed a chance so he gave me a break.nnIf I hire you now, can you start today?nI got a high-rise job down by the bay.nJust a couple of rocks and some firearmsnThere's not many locks and just one alarmnMy step-son Gene will pick you up and drive nTry to be his friend, he's got a friendly side.nnDoll-house lightning and the next thing I knewnWe were back at our point of rendezvous.nI was in the possession of burglary toolsnChildren's fur coats and diamonds and jewelsnGene's talking about insignificant shitnJust like crooks in the movies when they do that bit.nnHe said the power of metal will never be harnessed.nI thought the wages of metal should be heavily garnished.nWe were waiting for his dad to meet us therenGene took off his hat and I noticed his hairnIt was neatly trimmed but a patch was bare nI knew it wasn't the wave, it was human error.nnBefore I knew what I said, I said killer cut.nI watched him silently putting out a cigarette butt.nThen he came at me with some fist cuisinenI had to duck aside and that was bad for GenenCause when he went by me he tripped and fellnThrough the glass coffee table at the Wong hotel.nnRight there and then Mr. Games walked innWith my ex-true love on his gamy limb.nSo her dad's killer's dad was her new beaunAnd Games had a wife, whatta you know?nShe got real real quiet till we chucked the kidnThen she went her way and I went his.nnOld San Francisco, San Francisco B.C.