The lunatic is on the grass I'll see you on the dark side of the moon The lunatic is in my head 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

Brain damage, ever since the day I was born Drugs, what they used to say I was on They say I never knew which way I was goin' But everywhere I go they keep playin' my song Brain damage "Wait he's convulsing!" "Ah"