G                       C             G/B Am
Take all your overgrown infants away, somewhere,

                 D              Bb+            Bm    A/C#
And build them a home, a little place of their own.

D   Em                C                  D      Em7  D/F#  G       C
The Fletcher Memorial Home for incurable tyrants     and   kings.

    G                      C                  G/B   Am
And they can appear to themselves every day,

                  D            Bb+                Bm      A/B  Bm
On closed circuit T.V. to make sure they're still real.

C                   D         Em
It's the only connection they feel.


                                      Cmaj7
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Reagan and Haig,

                           D
Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. Thatcher and Paisley,

    Cmaj7
Mr. Brezhnev and party, the ghost of McCarthy,

                           D
The memories of Nixon. And now adding colour,

  G                  D/F#                C
A group of anonymous Latin-American meat packing glitterati."


Em                                           D
Did they expect us to treat them with any respect?

         G            D/F#       C
They can polish their medals and sharpen their smiles,

     G          D/F#         C
And amuse themselves playing games for a while.

G        D/F#         C               Em add9
Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead.


G  D/F#  Em  D/F#  G  D/F#  Em  D  Cmaj7  D

G  D/F#  C  D  G  D/F#  Cmaj7  D  G  D/F#  Cmaj7  Em add9


G                     C              G/B   Am
Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye,

                    D                Bb+            Bm
With their favorite toys, they'll be good girls and boys.

A/C# D   Em                C                 D          Em7  D/F#  G
In   the Fletcher Memorial Home for colonial wasters of life and   limb.