Old cop young cop feel alright
On a warm San Franciscan night
Then maybe you'll understand the song, it will be worth it
And so is their city this is a very personal song
When will they ever learn
Angels sing leather wings
Heavens above he's on a street called love
On a warm San Franciscan night
If not for the sake of this song but for the sake of your own peace of mind
Jeans of blue Harley Davisons too
On a warm San Franciscan night
Particularly those of you who are European residents
Strobe lights beam creates dreams
The children are cool, they don't raise fools
Old child young child feel alright
On a warm San Franciscan night
So if the viewer cannot understand it
I wasn't born there perhaps I'll die there
Old angels young angels feel alright
On a warm San Franciscan night
Cop's face is filled with hate
There's no place left to go, San Francisco
Save up all your brand and fly trans love airways to San Francisco U.S.A.
Walls move minds do too
