Perfect Sense, Part I Songtext
von Roger Waters

"Stop that
Will you stop that
Stop that
I′m afraid
I'm afraid of that
Hey, my mind is growing, I can feel it
I can feel it, my mind is growing
There is no quesion about it
I can feel it
I can feel it
I′m afraid"

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