The Fletcher Memorial
Pink Floyd Lyrics


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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.
"Who's the bald chap?"
The ghost of McCarthy,
The memories of Nixon.
"Good-bye!"
And now, adding color, 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.

Overall Meaning

The Fletcher Memorial Home is a satirical song by the rock band Pink Floyd that criticizes world leaders and politicians who have committed atrocities, liars, and impostors. The lyrics conjure a vivid image of a rehabilitation center for infantile leaders, the Fletcher Memorial Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings. The song starts by addressing grown-up politicians as overgrown infants before suggesting that a home be built for them to make them feel like the kings they once were. The chorus of the song introduces the audience to a closed-circuit television that brings them together, and it's the only connection they feel. The next section of the song introduces a parade of world leaders from different parts of the world before adding anonymous Latin-American Meat packing glitterati to add color.


The author of the song's reference in the first verse to "overgrown infants" makes it clear the song is a critique of political leadership. The idea that these "kings" would need to be 'kept safe' behind a "cold glass eye" reinforces the notion of them having retained their "favorite toys," and needing supervision to maintain an adequate level of governance. They still need praise from society to feel real and relevant, and the final solution can be only death. The song's lyrics suggest that these leaders are incurable, and their presence causes devastation and loss of life. They ignore the casualties of war, and they waste lives and resources in colonial invasions.


Line by Line Meaning

Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere
Remove all the adult tyrants and kings who act like children away from the public eye.


And build them a home, a little place of their own.
Put them in an institution where they can be monitored and controlled.


The Fletcher Memorial Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings.
Name the institution the Fletcher Memorial Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings to emphasize that it is a place for those who are corrupt and oppressive.


And they can appear to themselves every day
They can see themselves every day because of the closed circuit television installed in the institution.


On closed circuit T.V.
They can only see themselves on closed circuit television because they are no longer allowed in public society.


To make sure they're still real.
They only feel connected to reality through the closed circuit television which allows them to make sure they still exist.


It's the only connection they feel.
Their only connection to reality is through the closed circuit television system in the institution.


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, The memories of Nixon. Good-bye! And now, adding color, a group of anonymous latin-American Meat packing glitterati.
A list of corrupt political figures from the past are introduced, emphasizing that the Fletcher Memorial Home is designed to hold individuals who have caused harm to others.


Did they expect us to treat them with any respect?
The corrupt political figures did not expect to be treated with respect and are now being held in an institution where they are watched and monitored.


They can polish their medals and sharpen their Smiles, and amuse themselves playing games for awhile.
The corrupt political figures have nothing to do but play games and act as if they are still important, holding onto their past and meaningless achievements.


Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead.
They are powerless within the institution and can only pass time by playing violent games.


Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye
The closed circuit television monitors them at all times, making sure they are safe in the institution.


With their favorite toys, They'll be good girls and boys
The corrupt political figures can entertain themselves with their favorite pastimes, as if they are children still living at home.


In the Fletcher Memorial Home for colonial Wasters of life and limb.
The institution is designed to hold individuals who have caused harm, including colonial oppressors who have wasted the lives of others.


Is everyone in? Are you having a nice time?
The singer questions if everyone has been safely placed into the institution and if they are content with their new home.


Now the final solution can be applied.
The final solution is to isolate and monitor these corrupt individuals in the institution, ensuring they cannot do any more harm to society.




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ROGER WATERS

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@svenfan87

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 could 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
"Hello Maggie!"
Mr. Brezhnev and party
"Scusi dov'è il bar?"
The ghost of McCarthy
And the memories of Nixon
"Who's the bald chap?"
"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
With 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

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Roger Waters



All comments from YouTube:

@virginiaviola5097

In 1983, no one ever imagined 2020..the Fletcher Memorial Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings is needed now more than ever before..how did we ever allow things to become so bad?

@TM-pn3zk

not enough people cared to hear about truth or abuse

@virginiaviola5097

T M they did, they do..nothing has changed..just that there are less of us, or we are more impotent against the current tyranny, but it will pass.

@asterlofts1565

???

@TM-pn3zk

@@virginiaviola5097 you must have far better friends and acquaintances than I do

@virginiaviola5097

T M no, not at all. Completely alone.

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@vingaxoc6543

This deserves so many more views wtf. This album is extremely underrated and even over hated.

@markgilman1344

Totally agree, my friend. It hits home everytime I listen.

@danksideoftheballoon9887

Dsotm animals this ,top 3

@PABLOonYT

While I would say not Roger's best work, you're still right. A good chunk of this album is over hated.

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