The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games, daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in my home
The lunatics are in my home
The paper holds their frozen faces to the floor
And every day the paperboy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
If there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I see you on the dark side of the moon
oooooooh
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raised the blade, you make a change
You rearranged me till I'm sane
You lock the door and throwed 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 see you on the dark side of the moon
oooooooh
