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