Memo From Turner

歌詞

Didn't I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night We were eating eggs in Sammy's when the black man drew his knife Then you drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleeveless shirt You know that Spanish-speaking gentlemen, the one we all call Kurt I remember you in Hemlock Road in 1956 You were a faggy little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick You were a lashing, smashing hunk of man, your sweat shines sweet and strong Your organ's working perfectly but there's a part that's not screwed on Were you at the coke convention back in 1965 You're the misbred grey executive I've seen heavily advertised You're the great gray man whose daughter licks policemen's buttons clean You're the man who squats behind the man who works the soft machine Come now, gentleman, there must be some mistake How forgetful I'm becoming now you fixed your buisness straight When the old men do the fighting and the young men all look on And the young girls eat their mothers meat from tubes of plasticon Be wary of these, my gentle friends, of all the skin you breed They have that tasty habit, they eat the hands that bleed So remember who you say you are but keep your noses clean Boys will be boys who play with toys so be strong with your beast Oh, Rosie dear, don't you think it's queer so stop me if you please The baby is dead, my lady said, you gentlemen, why, you all work for me Come now, gentleman, your love is all I crave You'll still be in the circus when I'm laughing in my grave