the lunatic is on the grass
the lunatic is on the grass
remembring games, daisy chains and laughs
got to keep the lunies on the path
the lunatic is in the hall
the lunatic is in my hall
the paper holds their folded faces to the floor
and everyday, the paperboy brings more
and if the dam breaks open many years too soon
and if their is no room upon the hill
and if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
ill 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 till im sane
you lock the door
throw away the key
there's someone in my head
but its not me
and if the clouds burst, thunder in your ears
you shout and noone seems to hear
and if the band you're in starts playin different tunes
ill see you on the dark side of the moon
the lunatic is on the grass
remembring games, daisy chains and laughs
got to keep the lunies on the path
the lunatic is in the hall
the lunatic is in my hall
the paper holds their folded faces to the floor
and everyday, the paperboy brings more
and if the dam breaks open many years too soon
and if their is no room upon the hill
and if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
ill 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 till im sane
you lock the door
throw away the key
there's someone in my head
but its not me
and if the clouds burst, thunder in your ears
you shout and noone seems to hear
and if the band you're in starts playin different tunes
ill see you on the dark side of the moon
Breathe, breathe in the air.
don't be afraid to care.
leave but don't leave me.
look around and choose your own ground.
Long you live and high you fly
and smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
and all you touch and all you see
is all your life will ever be.
Run, rabbit run.
dig that hole, forget the sun,
and when at last the work is done
don't sit down it's time to dig another one.
For long you live and high you fly
but only if you ride the tide
and balanced on the biggest wave
you race towards an early grave.
don't be afraid to care.
leave but don't leave me.
look around and choose your own ground.
Long you live and high you fly
and smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
and all you touch and all you see
is all your life will ever be.
Run, rabbit run.
dig that hole, forget the sun,
and when at last the work is done
don't sit down it's time to dig another one.
For long you live and high you fly
but only if you ride the tide
and balanced on the biggest wave
you race towards an early grave.
Money, get away.
get a good job with good pay and you're okay.
money, it's a gas.
grab that cash with both hands and make a stash.
new car, caviar, four star daydream,
think i'll buy me a football team.
Money, get back.
i'm all right jack keep your hands off of my stack.
money, it's a hit.
don't give me that do goody good bullshit.
i'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
and i think i need a lear jet.
Money, it's a crime.
share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie.
money, so they say
is the root of all evil today.
but if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're
giving none away.
"huhuh! i was in the right!"
"yes, absolutely in the right!"
"i certainly was in the right!"
"you was definitely in the right. that geezer was cruising for a bruising!"
"yeah!"
"why does anyone do anything?"
"i don't know, i was really drunk at the time!"
"i was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2. he was asking
why he wasn't coming up on freely, after i was yelling and screaming
and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely. it came as a heavy
blow, but we sorted the matter out"
get a good job with good pay and you're okay.
money, it's a gas.
grab that cash with both hands and make a stash.
new car, caviar, four star daydream,
think i'll buy me a football team.
Money, get back.
i'm all right jack keep your hands off of my stack.
money, it's a hit.
don't give me that do goody good bullshit.
i'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
and i think i need a lear jet.
Money, it's a crime.
share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie.
money, so they say
is the root of all evil today.
but if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're
giving none away.
"huhuh! i was in the right!"
"yes, absolutely in the right!"
"i certainly was in the right!"
"you was definitely in the right. that geezer was cruising for a bruising!"
"yeah!"
"why does anyone do anything?"
"i don't know, i was really drunk at the time!"
"i was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2. he was asking
why he wasn't coming up on freely, after i was yelling and screaming
and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely. it came as a heavy
blow, but we sorted the matter out"
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
