Perfect Sense - Part 1
By Roger Waters
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
The monkey sat on a pile of stone
And he stared at the broken bone in his hand
And the strains of a Viennese quartet rang out across the land
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
[Verse 2]
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 kill the Jews and the Jews kill the Arabs
And the Arabs kill 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 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