Brain Damage

The lunatic is on the grass

The lunatic is on the grass

Remembering games and lazy chains and lust

Got to keep the lunatics on the path

The lunatic is in the hall

The lunatics are in my hall

The paper holds the 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 in doubt for what it's true

I see you on the dark side of the moon

The lunatic is in my head

The lunatic is in my head

You raised the blade

You made a change, you rearranged 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 clock busts under your ears

You shine when the moon seems to be low

And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes

I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

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