Perfect Sense, Part I Lyrics

  The monkey sat on a pile of stones
  And stared at the broken bone in his hand
  And the stains 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