The Fletcher Memorial Home Lyrics - Final Cut - Pink Floyd

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 

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"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Reagan and Haig 

Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. Thatcher, and Paisly 

'Hello Maggie!' 

Mr. Brezhnev and party, 

'Scusi dov'è il bar?' 

The ghost of McCarthy and the memories of Nixon 

'Who's the bald chap?' 

'Good-bye!' 

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 abuse 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 

Their favorite toy 

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? 

"Good night!" 

Now the final solution can be applied