Perfect Sense Songtext
von Roger Waters

Stop, Dave
Will you stop, Dave?
Stop, Dave
I′m afraid
I'm afraid, Dave

Dave, my mind is going
I can feel it
I can feel it
My mind is going
There is no question about it

I can feel it
I can feel it
I can feel it
I′m afraid

The monkey sat on a pile of stones
And he stared at the broken bone in his hand
The strains of a Viennese quartet rang out across the land


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 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
Sent him back
In search of the Garden of Eden