The monkey sat on a pile of stones
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And he stared at the broken bone in his hand
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And the strains Viennese quartet
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Rang out across the land
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The monkey looked up at the stars
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And he thought to himself
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Memory is a stranger
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History is for fools
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And he cleaned his hands
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In a pool of holy writing
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Turned his back on the garden
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And set out for the nearest town
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Hold on hold on soldier
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When you add it all up
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The tears and marrowbone
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There's an ounce of gold
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And an ounce of pride in each ledger
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And the Germans killed the Jews
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And the Jews killed the Arabs
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And Arabs killed the hostages
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And that is the news
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And is it any wonder
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That the monkey's confused
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He said Mama Mama
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The President's a fool
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Why do I have to keep reading
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These technical manuals
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And the joint chiefs of staff
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And the brokers on Wall Street said
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Don't make us laugh
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You're smart kid
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Time is linear
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Memory's a stranger
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History's for fools
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Man is a tool in the hands
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Of the great God Almighty
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And they gave him command
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Of a nuclear submarine
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And sent him back in search of
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The Garden of Eden
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Perfect Sense, Part I
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Roger Waters |