The Fletcher Memorial Home |
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Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere
And 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 every day
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
Mr. Brezhnev and party
The ghost of McCarthy
The
memories of Nixon
And now adding colour a group of anonymous
latin-
american meat 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