Us, and them
And after all we're only ordinary men
Me, And you
God only knows it's not what we would choose to do
Foreward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died
and the general sat, and the lines on the map
moved from side to side
Black and blue
And who knows which is whick and who is who
Up and down
And in the end it's only round and round and round
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
the poster bearer cried
Listen son, said the man with the gun
there's room for you inside
Down and out
It can't be helped, but there's alot of it about
With, without
and who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about
Out of the way it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind
For wan of the price of a tea and a slice
The old man died
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's no room on 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