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Perfect Sense Part 1

Roger Waters

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Perfect Sense - Part 1 
BY Roger Waters

(I was having trouble finding the chords and lyrics together for this song
 so i thought id have a go at doing it myself. You'll notice that I have
only placed the chord changes - I aswell as picking it prefer just to let 
the chord ring out once or twice but its up to you how you wanna strum it! 

just enjoy it!! feel free to drop me 
some feedback on what you think of it!)


Perfect Sense - Part 1 
BY Roger Waters

Ab                               Db
The monkey sat on a pile of stone
                                            Gb
And he stared at the broken bone in his hand 
                                                              Cb           
and the strains of a Viennese quartet rang out across the land
                                
                                Gb
The monkey looked up at the stars

And he thought to himself
                   
            Cb                      E
Memory is a stranger History is for fools
                                                                                   
                                                   A
And he cleaned his hands in a pool of holy writing

                                                  B
Turned his back on the garden and set out for the nearest town
                 E
Hold on, hold on soldier
                                                                                    
                                                A
When you add it all up, the tears and the marrowbone
                                                                                       

                                                       D
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
        G
And the Arabs kill the hostages and that is the news
A
And is it any wonder that the monkey's confused
        D
He said Mama Mama, the President's a fool
                                              G
Why do I have to keep reading these technical manuals

And the joint chiefs of staff And the brokers on Wall Street said
C
Don't make us laugh, you're a smart kid

Time is linear, Memory's a stranger
F
History is for fools, Man is a tool in the hands of the great God Almighty
         G                                      
And they gave him command of, a nuclear submarine
    G                                         C
And sent him back, in search of the Garden of Eden