The monkey sat on a pile of stones
He stared at the broken bone in his hand
The strains of a Vianese quartet moved out across the land
And he thought to himself:
Memory is a stranger
History is for fools
He cleaned his hand in a pool
Of holy writing
Turned his back on the garden
And headed out for the nearest town
When you add it all up
The tears and the marrow bone
There's an ounze of gold
And an ounze of pride in each ledger
And the Germans kill the Jews
And the Jews kill the Arabs
And the Arabs kill the hostages
And that is the news
Is it any wonder that the monkey's confused?
-Roger Waters
He stared at the broken bone in his hand
The strains of a Vianese quartet moved out across the land
And he thought to himself:
Memory is a stranger
History is for fools
He cleaned his hand in a pool
Of holy writing
Turned his back on the garden
And headed out for the nearest town
When you add it all up
The tears and the marrow bone
There's an ounze of gold
And an ounze of pride in each ledger
And the Germans kill the Jews
And the Jews kill the Arabs
And the Arabs kill the hostages
And that is the news
Is it any wonder that the monkey's confused?
-Roger Waters