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 TV
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
Mr Brezhnev and party
The ghost of McCarthy
And 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 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
