San Francisco, who may not know it but they are beautiful and so
 is their city this is a very personal song, so if the viewer
 cannot understand it particularly those of you who are European
 residents save up all your bread and fly trans love airways to
 San Francisco U.S.A., then maybe you'll understand the song, it
 will be worth it, if not for the sake of this song but for the
 sake of your own peace of mind.


 Strobe lights beam create dreams
 walls move minds to do
 on a warm San Francisco night
 old child young child feel alright
 on a warm San Francisco night
 angels sing leather wings
 jeans of blue Harley Davisons too
 on a warm San Francisco night
 old angels young angels feel alright
 on a warm San Francisco night.

 I wasn't born there perhaps I'll die there
 there's no place left to go, San Francisco.

 Cop's face is filled with hate
 heavens above he's on a street called love
 when will they even learn
 old cop young cop feel alright
 on a warm San Francisco night
 the children are cool
 they don't raise fools
 it's an american dream
 includes indians too