And the monkey sat on a pile of stone
And he stared at the broken bone in his hand
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 the 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 to the tears and the marrowbone
There is 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
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?
Don’t make us laugh
You’re a smart kid
Time is linear
Memory‘s a stranger
History’s for fool
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
Pink Floyd
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