Brain Damage

Why don't we re-record Dark Side of the Moon?
He's gone mad
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
And 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