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 rearrange me 'till I'm sane   You lock the door   And throw away the key   And 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      "I can't think of anything to say except... Laughing is nice! HaHaHa!"