Memo From Turner

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