Ab The monkey sat on a pile of stone Db
And he stared at the broken bone in his hand Gb
and the strains of a Viennese quartet rang out across the land Cb
The monkey looked up at the star Gb s
And he thought to himself
Memory is a Cb stranger History is for E fools
And he cleaned his hands in a pool of holy writing A
Turned his back on the garden and set out for the B nearest town
Hold on, hold on E soldier
When you add it all up, the tears and the marrow A bone
There's an ounce of gold and an ounce of pride in each D ledger
And the Germans kill the Jews and the Jews kill the Arabs
And the G Arabs kill the hostages and that is the news
A And is it any wonder that the monkey's confused
He said D Mama Mama, the President's a fool
Why do I have to keep reading these technical G manuals
And the joint chiefs of staff And the brokers on Wall Street said
C Don't make us laugh, you're a smart kid
Time is linear, Memory's a stranger
F History is for fools, Man is a tool in the hands of the great God Almighty
And they G gave him command of, a nuclear submarine
And G sent him back, in search of the Garden of C Eden
Roger Waters
