The Fletcher Memorial Home

Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere

A build them a home a little place of their own
The fletcher memorial home for incurable tyrants and kings

And they can appear to themselves everyday on closed circuit T.V.
To make sure they're still real
It's the only connection they feel
" Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Reagan and Haig,
Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. Thatcher and Paisley,
"Hello Maggie!"
Mr. Brezhnev and party,
"Who's the bald chap?"
The Ghost of McCarthy,
The memories of Nixon
"Goodbye!"
And now adding colour of a groupanonymous Latin American meet packing glitterati. "

Did they expect us to treat them with any respect

They can polish their medals and sharpen their smiles
And amuse themselves playing games for a while
Boom boom, bang bang, lie down, you're dead

Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye
With their favourite toys
They'll be good girls and boys
In the fletcher memorial home for colonial
Wasters of life and limb

Is everyone in ?
Are you having a nice time ?
Now the final solution can be applied

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