I have always found Pink Floyd lyrics to be cutting and insightful, some of the best commentary on social forms, government, and war in the music industry. Follow me to yesteryear, when this album 'The Final Cut' came out in 1984.

Pink Floyd

The Final Cut

The Fletcher Memorial Home

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 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.

Food for thought.

Peace