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The Fletcher Memorial Home
Pink Floyd
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Below is "The Fletcher Memorial Home" by Pink Floyd from the
album "The Final Cut" (the last real Pink Floyd release..., though
some might say that the last real release was "The Wall").

Some kind soul might be able to make a tab for the guitar solo, I'm not
good at that (I'm not even sure I got it completely right myself).
					-- kimcm%kcm@dkuug.dk, 1992.10.01

		      The Fletcher Memorial Home	Pink Floyd

Take all your overgrown infants away, somewhere,
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And build them a home, a little place of their own.
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The "Fletcher Memorial Home" for incurable tyrants   and kings.

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And they can appear to themselves everyday,
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On closed circuit TV, 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 their permanent gaze of a cold glass eye,
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With their favorite toys, they'll be good girls and boys,
In the "Fletcher Memorial Home" for colonial wasters of life and limb.

	Is everone in, are you having a nice time?
	Now the final solution can be applied.

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