Karaoké The Fletcher Memorial Home Pink Floyd

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

Mister Begin and friend

Mrs. Thatcher and Paisly

Mister 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

Their favorite toy

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