| The lunatic is on the grass. The lunatic is on the grass. Remembering games, and daisy chains and laughs. Got to kepp 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 everyday the paperboy brings more. And if the dam breaks open many years to soon. And if there is no room upon the hill. And if your head explodes with dark forbodings to, 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 'til I'm sane. You lock the door, And through 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 noone seems to hear. And if the band you in starts playing different tunes I'll see you on the dark side of the moon. |
| Brain Damage |
| Eclipse |
| All that you touch. All that you see. All that you taste. All you feel. All that you love All that you hate. All you disrtust All you save All that you give All that you deal All that you buy, beg, borrow or steel. And all you create All that you destroy All that you do And all that you say And all that you eat And everyone you meet All that you slight Everyone you fight And all that is now And all that is gone All that's to come and every thing under the sun is in tune But the sun is eclisped by the moon. |