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[00:00.00]Written by 荒野旗人
[00:01.09]Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere
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[00:11.39]And build them a home a little place of their own
[00:24.67]The Fletcher Memorial Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings.
[00:39.68]And they can appear to themselves every day
[00:50.16]On closed circuit T.V.
[00:56.26]To make sure they're still real.
[01:04.70]It's the only connection they feel
[01:11.59]Ladies and gentlemen,  please welcome, Reagan and Haig
[01:17.56]Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. Thatcher, and Paisly.Hello Maggie! Mr. Brezhnev and party. Who's the bald chap? The ghost of McCarthy,
[01:28.67]The memories of Nixon. Good-bye! And now, adding color, a group of anonymous latin- American Meat packing glitterati
[01:42.34]Did they expect us to treat them with any respect
[01:53.62]They can polish their medals and sharpen their Smiles
[01:59.41]and amuse themselves playing games for awhile
[02:05.74]Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead.
[02:12.30]--*************--
[03:15.63]Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye
[03:26.68]With their favorite toys
[03:32.49]They'll be good girls and boys
[03:36.50]In the Fletcher Memorial Home for colonial
[03:43.23]Wasters of life and limb.
[03:46.34]Is everyone in?
[03:49.51]Are you having a nice time?
[03:56.30]Now the final solution can be applied.
[04:04.62]The ENd! qq:12583722