centralasian (centralasian) wrote,

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Home for incurable tyrants and kings

mbravoуместно напомнил незабвенное; под катом - так сказать, 

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 friend, Mrs. Thatcher, and Paisly, 
"Hello Maggie!" 
Mr. Brezhnev and party. 
"Scusi dov'è il bar?"
The ghost of McCarthy, 
The memories of Nixon. 
"Who's the bald chap?" 
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 awhile. 
Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead. 

Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye 
With their favorite 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.

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