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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
