San Francisco Nights 歌詞

Strobe lights beam,create dreams Walls move,minds do to 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 Davidsons 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 ever 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