Pink Floyd had it right all along.

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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