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
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the black man there drew his knife.
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Or you drowned that Jew in Rampton as
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he washed his sleevless shirt.
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You know that Spanish speaking gentleman,
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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.
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So be   strong with your beast
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Oh Rosie dear, don`cha think it`s queer.
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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
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and the young men all look on
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And the young girls eat their mother`s
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meat from tubes of plasticon
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Be wary of these my gentle friends
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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