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
  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 re-arrange me 'till 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...
  I think it's marvellous! HaHaHa!"