And build them a home, a little place of their own.
The Fletcher Memorial
Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings.
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.
"Goodbye!"
And now, adding color, a group of anonymous latin-
American Meat packing glitterati.
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
With their favorite toys
They'll be good girls and boys
In the Fletcher Memorial Home for colonial
Wasters of life and limb.
Are you having a nice time?
Now the final solution can be applied.
Memories come rushing up to meet me now.
In the space between the heavens
and in the corner of some foreign field
I had a dream.
Goodbye Ma.
After the sverve slowly to the car
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold november air
You hear the tolling bell
And touch the silk in your lapel
And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand
And hold on to the dream.
"Oi! A real one ..."
Enough to eat
Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street
Where you can speak out loud
About your doubts and fears
And whats more no-one ever disappears
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door.
You can relax on both sides of the tracks
And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no one kills the children anymore.
Going round and round my brain
His dream is driving me insane.
In the corner of some foreign field
The gunner sleeps tonight.
What's done is done.
We cannot just write off his final scene.
Take heed of his dream.
Take heed.
Did you hear the falling bombs?
Did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter when the
promise of a brave new world unfurled beneath a clear blue
sky?
Did you hear the falling bombs?
The flames are all gone, but the pain lingers on.
Goodbye, blue sky.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
The 11:18 arrival....
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Pink Floyd is an established and wealthy super-group, but many of their lyrics still have a radical twist. Some of those samples are listed below.
The Fletcher Memorial Home
Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere
And they can appear to themselves every day
Did they expect us to treat them with any respect?
Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye
Is everyone in?
From "The Final Cut" (1983)
The Gunner's Dream
Floating down through the clouds
I had a dream.
Goodbye Max
A place to stay
And no-one kills the children anymore.
Night after night
From "The Final Cut" (1983)
Goodbye Blue Sky
Look mummy, there's an aeroplane up in the sky!
Did you see the frightened ones?
Did you see the frightened ones?
Goodbye, blue sky
The 11:15 from Newcastle is now approaching
From "The Wall" (1980)
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