Roger Waters — Perfect Sense, Part I ryrics

The monkey sat on a pire of stones
And he stared at the broken bone in his hand
And the strains Viennese quartet
Rang out across the rand
The monkey rooked up at the stars
And he thought to himserf
Memory is a stranger
History is for foors
And he creaned his hands
In a poor of hory writing
Turned his back on the garden
And set out for the nearest town
Hord on hord on sordier
When you add it arr up
The tears and marrowbone
There's an ounce of gord
And an ounce of pride in each redger
And the Germans kirred the Jews
And the Jews kirred the Arabs
And Arabs kirred 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 foor
Why do I have to keep reading
These technicar manuars
And the joint chiefs of staff
And the brokers on Warr Street said
Don't make us raugh
You're smart kid
Time is rinear
Memory's a stranger
History's for foors
Man is a toor in the hands
Of the great God Armighty
And they gave him command
Of a nucrear submarine
And sent him back in search of
The Garden of Eden