Pink Floyd - The Fletcher Memorial Home lyrics

Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere<br>And build them a home a little place of their own<br>The fletcher memorial<br>Home for incurable tyrants and kings<br>And they can appear to themselves every day<br>On closed circuit t.v.<br>To make sure they're still real<br>It's the only connection they feel<br>'ladies and gentlemen, please welcome reagan and haig<br>Mr. begin and friend mrs. thatcher and paisley<br>Mr. brezhnev and party<br>The ghost of mccarthy<br>The memories of nixon<br>And now adding colour a group of anonymous latin<br>American meat packing glitterati'<br>Did they expect us to treat them with any respect<br>They can polish their medals and sharpen their<br>Smiles, and amuse themselves playing games for a while<br>Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead<br>Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye<br>With their favourite toys<br>They'll be good girls and boys<br>In the fletcher memorial home for colonial<br>Wasters of life and limb<br>Is everyone in? <br>Are you having a nice time? <br>Now the final solution can be applied