Interpret:

Pink Floyd

Album:

Works (Compilation Album)

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 forebodings 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 'til 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 clouds 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"