Roger Waters - Perfect Sense lyrics

The monkey sat on a pile of stones And he stared at the broken bone in his hand The 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 marrow bone There's an ounce of gold And an ounce of pride in each legend And the Germans k** the Jews And the Jews k** the Arabs And the Arabs k** the hostages And that is the news And is it any wonder That the monkey's confused He said Mama 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's a stranger History's for fools Man is a tool in the hands Of the great God Almighty And they gave him command Of a nuclear submarine Sent him back in search of The Garden of Eden