Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere
And build them a home
A lttle place of their own
The fletcher memorial home for incurable tyrants and kings
And they can appear tothemselves every day
On closed circuit tv
To make sure they're still real
It's the only connection they feel
"Ladies and Gentelmen, please welcome
Reagan and haig, mr. begin and friends
Mrs. Thatcher and Paisley, Mr. Brezhnev and party
The gost 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 gold 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