Lyrics

*(From Oct 13, 1969 letter to SF Chron about Stine)
School kids make nice targets/Think I’ll wipe out a bus now/pick off the kiddies as they come out/Hear the fear growing real loud/
Into the back of his cab now/lets go out to Presidio Heights/put a bullet thru the back of his head/blood reflects in the street lights/
Chorus
And I wait (3x)/I’m waiting for the jury to deliberate/your honor will you read the judgment line/