The Fletcher Memorial歌词

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.