(8 mesures) 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 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 till I'm sane   You lock the door    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.                   (2x)   (2x)