The Fletcher Memorial Home lyrics

Song information

Artist: Pink Floyd
Album: The Final Cut

Lyrics

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

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
And the memories of nixon
"Good-bye!"
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 awhile
Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead

Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye
Their favourite 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

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"The Final Cut" album track list