Brain Damage
The lunatic is on the grass
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 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
"I can't think of anything to say except...
I think it's
marvellous! HaHaHa!"
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