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
floorAnd every day the paper boy brings more.
And if the dam breaks open many years too soonAnd
if there is no room upon the hillAnd if your head
explodes with dark forebodings tooI'll see you on
the dark side of the moon.
The lunatic is in my head.The lunatic is in my
headYou raise the blade, you make the changeYou
re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.You lock the doorAnd
throw away the keyThere's someone in my head but
it's not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your earYou
shout and no one seems to hear.And if the band
you're in starts playing different tunesI'll see
you on the dark side of the moon.
"I can't think of anything to say except...I
think it's marvelous! HaHaHa!"
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