The Fletcher Memorial Home lyrics

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Song Details
Artist(s)Pink Floyd
Album(s)The Final Cut (1983)
The Final Cut
One of These Days

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
And 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 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
With their favorite 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

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