Pink Floyd - The Fletcher Memorial Home Lyrics
Take all your overgrown infants away somewhereAnd build them a home a little place of their ownThe fletcher memorialHome for incurable tyrants and kingsAnd they can appear to themselves every dayOn closed circuit t.v.To make sure theyre still realIts the only connection they feelladies and gentlemen, please welcome reagan and haigMr. begin and friend mrs. thatcher and paisleyMr. brezhnev and partyThe ghost of mccarthyThe memories of nixonAnd now adding colour a group of anonymous latinAmerican meat packing glitteratiDid they expect us to treat them with any respectThey can polish their medals and sharpen theirSmiles, and amuse themselves playing games for a whileBoom boom, bang bang, lie down youre deadSafe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eyeWith their favourite toysTheyll be good girls and boysIn the fletcher memorial home for colonialWasters of life and limbIs everyone in?Are you having a nice time?Now the final solution can be applied