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The monkey sat on a pile of stones And stared at the broken bone in his hand And the stains of a Viennese quartet Rang out across the land The monkey looked up at the stars And 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 killed the Jews And the Jews killed the Arabs And the Arabs killed the hostages And that is the news And is it any wonder That the monkey's confused He said Mama 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 is a stranger History is for fools Man is a tool in the hands Of the great God Almighty And they gave him command Of a nuclear submarine And sent him back in search of The Garden of EdenPerfect Sense, Part II
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 Little black soul departs in perfect focus Prime time fodder for the News at Nine Darling is the child warm in the bed tonight Hi everybody I'm Marv Albert And welcome to our telecast Coming to you live from Memorial Stadium It's a beautiful day And today we expect a sensational matchup But first our global anthem 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 And here come the players As I speak to you now the captain Has his cross hairs zeroed in on the oil rig It looks to me like he's going to attack By the way did you know that a submarine Captain earns 200,000 dollars a year Oh that's less tax Marv yeah less tax Uh thank you Emery you're welcome Now back to the game he fires one yes There goes two both fish are running The rig is going into a prevent defense Will they make it I don't think so 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 sensePiddle In Perspex
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The powers that be They like a tough game No rules Some you win, some you lose Competition's good for you They're dying to be free They're the powers that be They like a bomb proof cadillac Air conditioned, gold taps, Back seat gun rack, platinum hub caps They pick horses for courses They're the market forces Nice car Jack They like order, make-up, lime light power Game shows, rodeos, star wars, TV They're the powers that be If you see them come, You better run - run You better run on home Sisters of mercy better join your brothers Put a stop to the soap opera right now They say the toothless get ruthless You better run on home You better run - run You better run on home The powers that be They like treats, tricks, carrots and sticks They like fear and loathing, they like sheep's clothing And blacked-out vans Blacked-out vans, contingency plans They like death or glory, they love a good story They love a good story Sisters of mercy better join with your brothers Put a stop to the soap opera state They say the toothless get ruthless Run home before its too late You better run - run You better run on home Billy: Goodnight, Jim. Jim: Goodnight, Billy. Uncle David's Great Dane: Woof, woof, woof! The canyon - daytime. Billy plays with Great Uncle David's Great Dane. Paraquat Kelly: Bull heads, three red snapper, one pink snapper and your Pacific coastal trench hosemonster fish. Cynthia Fox: Ohhh! At Sky David's juke joint of joy reports, forty under the console giggle stick ling cod, twenty-three purple perches four sledgehammerhead sharks, and what a surprise, eightyfour crabs, and no red snappers. Paraquat Kelly: Hey, and that'll do for the triumphant return of the fish report with a beat. Jim: We think of it as mainstreet, but to the rest of the country it's Sunset Strip. You're listening to KAOS in Los Angeles.5.01 AM (The Pros And Cons Of Hitchhiking)
An angel on a Harley Pulls across to greet a fellow rolling stone Puts his bike up on it's stand Leans back and then extends A scarred and greasy hand...he said How ya doin bro?...where ya been?...where ya goin'? Then he takes your hand In some strange Californian handshake And breaks the bone Have a nice day A housewife from Encino Whose husband's on the golf course With his book of rules Breaks and makes a 'U' and idles back To take a second look at you You flex your rod Fish takes the hook Sweet vodka and tobacco in her breath Another number in your little black book These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking Oh babe, I must be dreaming I'm standing on the leading edge The Eastern seaboard spread before my eyes "Jump" says Yoko Ono "I'm too scared and too good looking" I cried "Go on", she says "Why don't you give it a try? Why prolong the agony all men must die" Do you remember Dick Tracy? Do you remember Shane? And mother wants you Could you see him selling tickets Where the buzzard circles over Shane The bitch said someting mystical "Herro" So I stepped back on the kerb again These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking Oh babe, I must be dreaming again These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking