The Fletcher Memorial Home



Lyrics - Roger Waters

Music - Roger Waters


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 cicuit 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 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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