Interpret:

Roger Waters

Album:

In the Flesh

The lunatic is on the grass, the lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
God 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 paperboy 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 forbodings 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 re-arrange me till I’m same
You lock the door and throw away the key
There’s someone in my head but it’s not me


And if the cloud bursts thunder in your ear
You shot 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