Brain Damage - The Tibbs

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 pathThe 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 moreAnd 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 moonThe 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!"