Paul Stine sits dead in his cab

his head is blown away and a flap

of his bloody flannels missin

will they find it? I don't think so.

cause its been sent to the press

and you know how they are

into the foliage of the presidio

our lead suspect has escaped

Melvin Belli, on the tele

on the talk show circuit you won't find your man

peek through the pines see what you find

I think you'll see that what you don't know sure can hurt you

Inspector Toschi is a wreck

He would have given up long ago but a fleck

of dignity and justice won't be put on back burner

so he's workin over time and chasin down dead ends

A Karmann Ghia door is booked into evidence

black felt-tip sharpie legacy

Melvin Belli, on the tele

on the talk show circuit you won't find your man

peek through the pines see what you find

I think you'll see that what you don't know sure can hurt you

the girls feet pointed toward the west the brand of ammo super x

they paid with lives they barely got to lead

and now they're gone

So as you sit there all alone

we sit here waiting for your words

and your light table's burned out

Melvin Belli, on the tele

on the star trek circuit you won't find your man

peek through the pines see what you find

I think you'll see that what you don't know sure can hurt you