Текст песни
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 home
The lunatics are in my home
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
The nigger is loaded on the gun
And if my 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 'til I'm sane
You lock the door, throw away the key
There's someone in my head, but it's not me
And if the cloud bursts and thunder rumbles near
Your shadow seems to be there
And if the band starts playing different tunes