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 thier folded faces to the floor and everyday the paper boy brings more,the lunatic is in my head,you raise the blade you make the change you re-arange me tell I'm sane,you lock the door and throw away the key theres someone in my head but its not me BRAIN DAMAGE(Pink Floyd)