| The monkey sat on a pile of stones
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| And he stared at the broken bone in his hand
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| And the strains Viennese quartet
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| Rang out across the land
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| The monkey looked up at the stars
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| And he thought to himself
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| Memory is a stranger
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| History is for fools
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| And he cleaned his hands
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| In a pool of holy writing
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| Turned his back on the garden
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| And set out for the nearest town
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| Hold on hold on soldier
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| When you add it all up The tears and marrowbone
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| There’s an ounce of gold
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| And an ounce of pride in each ledger
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| And the Germans killed the Jews
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| And the Jews killed the Arabs
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| And Arabs killed the hostages
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| And that is the news
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| And is it any wonder
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| That the monkey’s confused
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| He said Mama Mama
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| The President’s a fool
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| Why do I have to keep reading
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| These technical manuals
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| And the joint chiefs of staff
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| And the brokers on Wall Street said
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| Don’t make us laugh
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| You’re smart kid
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| Time is linear
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| Memory’s a stranger
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| History’s for fools
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| Man is a tool in the hands
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| Of the great God Almighty
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| And they gave him command
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| Of a nuclear submarine
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| And sent him back in search of The Garden of Eden |