Pink Floyd

The Fletcher Memorial Home

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 TV
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 Paisly
Hello Maggie!
Mr Brezhnev and party
The ghost of McCarthy, the memories of Nixon
Who's the bald chap?
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