The monkey sat on a pile of stone
and he stared at the broken bone in his hand and the strains
of a Viennese quartet rang out across the land
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 and 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's 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.