:09:01
And the monkey sat
on a pile of stone
:09:10
And he stared at the broken bone
in his hand
:09:18
And the strains of a Viennese quartet
rang out across the land
:09:37
And the monkey looked up
at the stars
:09:46
And he thought to himself
:09:49
Memory is a stranger
:09:55
History is for fools
:10:03
And he cleaned his hands
in the pool of holy writing
:10:12
Turned his back
on the garden and set out
:10:16
For the nearest town
:10:20
Hold on, hold on, soldier
:10:29
When you add it all up
the tears and the marrowbone
:10:37
There's an ounce of gold
and an ounce of pride
:10:42
In each ledger
:10:46
And the Germans killed thejews
and thejews killed the Arabs
:10:50
And the Arabs killed the hostages
and that is the news