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 you 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 you're in starts playing different tunes I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
