Bim Skala Bim 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 my 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,
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 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.
