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Brezhnev took Afghanistan
and Begin took Beirut
Galtieri took the Union Jack
and Maggie, over lunch one day
took a cruiser, with all hands
apparently to make him give it back

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.

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.
"Who's the bald chap?"
The ghost of McCarthy,
And the memories of Nixon.
"Good-bye!"
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
their favourite toy
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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