Текст песни ROGER WATERS - Perfect Sense, Part I
ROGER WATERS - Perfect Sense, Part I слова песни
Текст песни ROGER WATERS - Perfect Sense, Part I
The monkey sat on a pile of stonesAnd he stared at the broken bone in his handAnd the strains Viennese quartetRang out across the landThe monkey looked up at the starsAnd he thought to himselfMemory is a stranger( )History is for foolsAnd he cleaned his handsIn a pool of holy writingTurned his back on the gardenAnd set out for the nearest townHold on hold on soldierWhen you add it all upThe tears and marrowboneThere's an ounce of goldAnd an ounce of pride in each ledgerAnd the Germans killed the JewsAnd the Jews killed the ArabsAnd Arabs killed the hostagesAnd that is the newsAnd is it any wonderThat the monkey's confusedHe said Mama MamaThe President's a foolWhy do I have to keep readingThese technical manuals