[G]Take all your overgrown [C]infants away,
And build them a [D]home,
a little [Bb+]place of their [Bm]own. [A/C#]
[D]The [Em]Fletcher Memorial
[C]Home for incurable [D]tyrants[Em7]
And [G]they can appear to them[C]selves every day,[G/B] [Am]
On closed circuit [D]T.V.
to make [Bb+]sure they're still [Bm]real.[A/B] [Bm]
[C]It's the only connec[D]tion they [Em]feel.
"Ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome [Cmaj7]Reagan and Haig,
Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. [D]Thatcher and Paisley,
Mr. [Cmaj7]Brezhnev and party, the ghost of McCarthy,
The memories of Nixon. And [D]now adding colour,
A [G]group of anonymous
[D/F#]Latin-American meat [C]packing glitterati."
[Em]Did they expect us to treat them
with any res[D]pect?
They can [G]polish their [D/F#]medals
and [C]sharpen their smiles,
And a[G]muse themse[D/F#]lves
playing [C]games for a while.
[G]Boom boom[D/F#], bang bang,
[C]lie down you're [Emadd9]dead.
[G] [D/F#] [Em] [D/F#]
[G] [D/F#] [Em] [D] [Cmaj7] [D]
[G] [D/F#] [C] [D] [G] [D/F#] [Cmaj7]
[D] [G] [D/F#] [Cmaj7] [Emadd9]
[G]Safe in the permanent [C]gaze
of a cold [G/B]glass [Am]eye,
With their favorite [D]toys,
they'll be [Bb+]good girls and [Bm]boys.
[A/C#]In [D]the [Em]Fletcher Memorial
[C]Home for colonial [D]wasters of [Em7]life [D/F#]and [G]limb.
[D/F#]Is everone in? [C]Are you [G]having [D/F#]a nice [Cadd9]time?
Now the [D/F#]final so[C]lution can be ap[Emadd9]plied.
Take all your overgrown infants away,
And build them a home,
a little place of their own.
The Fletcher Memorial
Home for incurable tyrants
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 Paisley,
Mr. 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,
With their favorite toys,
they'll be good girls and boys.
In the Fletcher Memorial
Home for colonial wasters of life and limb.
Is everone in? Are you having a nice time?
Now the final solution can be applied.