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Perfect Sense, Part 1

アーティスト:Roger Waters  アルバム:Amused To Death 

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The monkey sat on a pile of stones. And he stared at the broken bone in his hand. Strains of a Viennese quartet rang out across the land. 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 ledger. And the Germans kill the Jews. And the jews kill the Arabs. And the Arabs kill the hostages.


投稿者: Bazza
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