Brain Damage

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

Ill 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 Im sane

You lock the door

And throw away the key

Theres someone in my head but its not me

And if the cloud bursts thunder in your ear

You shout and no one seems to hear

And if the band youre in starts playing different tunes

Ill see you on the dark side of the moon