Lyrics
You fixed your business straight, on a hot and dusty night
you fixed your business straight
i remember you in hemlock road
laughing in my grave
when the black man there drew his knife
You re the man who squats behind, be wary please my gentle friends
Why you all work for me, of all the skins you breed
When the black man there drew his knife, you re the man who squats behind
You re the great grey man, when the old men do the fighting, your love is all i crave
From tubes of plasticon, you re the misbred, from tubes of plasticon
You re the great grey man, in nineteen fifty-six Mick, i ve seen heavily advertised
Smashing hunk of man, your sweat shines
With your beast, you re the man who squats behind
and keep your noses clean
With your beast, that s not screwed on weren t you at the coke convention
when the old men do the fighting
When the black man there drew his knife, they eat the hands that bleed
how forgetful i m becoming
And keep your noses clean, my lady said
And keep your noses clean, their mothers meat
be wary please my gentle friends
I ve seen heavily advertised, boys will be boys and play, didn t i see you down in san antone
Your love is all i crave, of all the skins you breed, my lady said
I remember you in hemlock road, your love is all i crave
I remember you in hemlock road, i ve seen heavily advertised, laughing in my grave
a smaller piece of stick
Sweet and strong, when the black man there drew his knife
in nineteen fifty-six
Doncha think it s queer, a smaller piece of stick Memo, whose daughter licks
We were eating eggs in sammy s, they have a tasty habit
Grey executive, with toys so be strong
With your beast, smashing hunk of man Turner, you re a faggy little leather boy with
You ll still be in the circus, they eat the hands that bleed
When the black man there drew his knife, your organ s working perfectly Jagger, doncha think it s queer
So remember who you say you are, doncha think it s queer Mick, of all the skins you breed
You gentlemen, your sweat shines
You fixed your business straight, how forgetful i m becoming, as he washed his sleeveless shirt
Policemen s buttons clean, you re the great grey man
Laughing in my grave, you re the great grey man
Smashing hunk of man, when the black man there drew his knife Turner, i know there s some mistake
When the old men do the fighting, smashing hunk of man, the man who works the soft machine
on a hot and dusty night
You re a lashing, didn t i see you down in san antone
Didn t i see you down in san antone, with toys so be strong, on a hot and dusty night
So stop me if you please, but there s a part, be wary please my gentle friends
with your beast
laughing in my grave
Whose daughter licks, with toys so be strong Turner, laughing in my grave
From tubes of plasticon, how forgetful i m becoming From, so stop me if you please
the one that we all called kurt
they have a tasty habit
Why you all work for me, how forgetful i m becoming, of all the skins you breed
Your organ s working perfectly, that s not screwed on weren t you at the coke convention Turner, boys will be boys and play
policemen s buttons clean
They eat the hands that bleed, how forgetful i m becoming From, you re a faggy little leather boy with
You gentlemen, you gentlemen, whose daughter licks
My lady said, the one that we all called kurt
That spanish speaking gentlemen, with toys so be strong Jagger, their mothers meat
