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 rearrange me 'til I'm sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
And 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
playin' different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side
of the moon
I can't think of anything to say
Except
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
I think it's marvelous
Ha ha ha