Lyrics Of The Day

"The Fletcher Memorial Home" by 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
Mr. Begin and friends
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 favourite 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