Perfect Sense, Part I Lyrics - Amused To Death - Roger Waters

The monkey sat on a pile of stones 

And 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 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 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