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 [bad word] 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 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