You've been livin' hell to me, I hate every inch of you.
You've cut me and you've scarred me thru an' thru.
I'll walk out a wiser, weaker man; what good do you think you do?
Do you think that I'll be different when you're through?
You bend my heart and mind and you warp my soul, your stone walls turn my blood a little cold.
May you rot and burn in hell, may your walls fall and may I live to tell, may all the world forget you ever stood and the whole world regret you did no good.
Exerts from San Quentin by Johnny Cash
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