The Results Of Meade's "Come To Jesus" Message,...

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 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 sane 

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 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... I think it's marvellous! 

HaHaHa!"