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 it's 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