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 the hall

the paper holds their folded faces to the flor
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 rearrange me 'till I'm sane

you lock the door
and trown 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