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 Forebodings 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 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, Laughing
Is Nice