Perfect Sense, Pts. 1 & 2 (Live June 2000)

And the monkey sat on a pile of stone

And you stared at the broken bone in his hand

And the strains of a Viennese quartet rang out across the land

And 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 an ounce of pride in each measure

And the Germans killed the Jews and the Arabs killed the hostages

And that is the news

Is it any wonder that the monkey's confused

He said 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's 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

Sent him back in search of the Garden of Eden

Can't you see?

It all makes perfect sense

Expressed in dollars and cents, pounds, shillings, and pence

Oh, can't you see? It all makes perfect sense

Little black soul departs in perfect focus

Prime time fodder for the news at 9

Darling is the child warm in the bed tonight

Can't you see

It all makes perfect sense

Expressed in dollars and cents pounds, shillings, and pence

Can't you see

It all makes perfect sense

Can't you see

It all makes perfect sense

Expressed in dollars and cents, pounds, shillings, and pence

Can't you see

It all makes perfect sense

Can't you see

It all makes perfect sense