The Fletcher Memorial Home Lyrics

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