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The Rolling Stones

Memo From Turner

 

Memo From Turner

(álbum: Metamorphosis - 1975)


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 there drew his knife
Didn' you drown that Jew in Rampton when he washed his sleeveless shirt
With that Spanish-speaking gentlemen, the one we all called "Kurt."

Come now, gentleman, there must be some mistake
How forgetful I'm becoming, now you fixed your business straight

I remember you in Hemlock Road in nineteen fifty-six
You're a faggy little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick
You're 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

Weren't you at the Coke convention back in nineteen sixty-five
You're the misbred, grey executive that 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, your love is all I crave
You'll still be in the circus when I'm laughing, laughing in my grave

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 plastic on
So be wary please my gentle friends of all the skins you breed
They have a nasty habit that is they bite the hands that feed

So remember who you say you are and keep your noses clean
Boys will be boys and 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?"

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