Roger Waters - Perfect Sense, Part I lyrics

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The monkey sat on a pile of stone

And stared at the broken bone in his hand

Strains of a Viennese quartet rang out across the land

And the monkey looked up at the stars

And he thought to himself

Memory is a stranger

History is for fools

And he cleaned his hands in a pool of holy writing

Turned his back on the garden and set out for the nearest town

Hold on hold on soldier

When you add it all up

The tears and the marrowbone

There's an ounce of gold

And an ounce of pride in each ledger

And the Germans killed the Jews

And the Jews killed the Arabs

And the Arabs killed the hostages

And that is the news

And is it any wonder that the monkey's confused

He said Mama, the President's a fool

Why do I have to keep reading these technical manuals

And the joint chiefs of staff

And the brokers on Wall Street said

Don't make us laugh, you're a smart kid

Time is linear

Memory is a stranger

History is for fools

Man is a tool in the hands

Of the great God Almighty

And they gave him command of a nuclear submarine

And sent him back in search of the Garden of Eden