San Antonio Burning (The Felice Brothers)

I see San Antonio burning Through the barred station window I see angels on boats beating trumpets of gold In the sky above the old rodeo As I roll off my prison mattress And I drink from the station house sink I can see that blotter in the water With my name bleeding newspaper ink She was long white legs and diamonds I was a Long Island lawyer in black I should have known as we walked through the World's Fair That she'd die with a knife in the back O doc, O doc, I need my morphine As the guard drags his keys across the bars I can see Mr. Pain, beyond the window frame In empty golden hills beyond the stars I see San Antonio burning Through the barred station window I see angels on boats beating trumpets of gold In the sky above the old rodeo