The Fletcher Memorial Home歌词

作词 : Roger Waters
作曲 : 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 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 Paisly.Hello Maggie!
Mr. Brezhnev and party. Who's the bald chap? The ghost of McCarthy,
The memories of Nixon.
Good-bye! And now, adding color, 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 awhile
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.