the lunatic is on the grass/
the lunatic is on the grass/
remembering games and daisy chains and laughs/
got to keep the loonies on the path/
the lunatic is in the hall/
the lunatics are in my hall/
the paper holds their folded faces to the floor/
and every day the paper boy brings more/
and if the dam breaks open many years too soon/
and if there is no room upon the hill/
and if your head explodes with dark forbodings too/
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon/the lunatic is in my head/
the lunatic is in my head/
you raise the blade, you make the change/
you re-arrange me 'till I'm sane/
you lock the door/
and throw away the key/
there's someone in my head but it's not me/
and if the cloud bursts,thunder in your ear/
you shout and no one seems to hear/
and if the band your'e instarts playing different tunes/
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
