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 paperboy, 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 rearrange 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. I cant think of anything to say except...

I think its marvellous! HaHaHa!"