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The moon is high up on a mountain
The lunatics have taken over the asylum
Waiting on the rapture
Singing, "We're here to keep your prices down
We'll feed you to the hounds
To the daily mail, to get up, together"
You made a pig's ear, you made a mistake
Paid off security and got through the gate
You got away with it but we lie in wait, eh
Eh, eh
Where's the truth what's the use
I'm hanging around lost and found
And when you're here innocent
Fat chance, no plan
No regard for human life
You'll keep time, you've no right
You're fast to lose, you will lose
You jumped the queue, you're back again
President for life, love of all
The flies in the sky, the beasts of the earth
The fish in the sea have lost command
The lunatics have taken over the asylum
Waiting on the rapture
Singing, "We're here to keep your prices down
We'll feed you to the hounds
To the daily mail, to get up, together"
You made a pig's ear, you made a mistake
Paid off security and got through the gate
You got away with it but we lie in wait, eh
Eh, eh
Where's the truth what's the use
I'm hanging around lost and found
And when you're here innocent
Fat chance, no plan
No regard for human life
You'll keep time, you've no right
You're fast to lose, you will lose
You jumped the queue, you're back again
President for life, love of all
The flies in the sky, the beasts of the earth
The fish in the sea have lost command
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Thom participated in the Occupy! movement in London.
Brilliant song.
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
the daily mail is a british tabloid that pretends to be journalism, similar to fox news in the states.
the song is about the eventual accountability of the insane egotistic sociopaths with power ("lord of all"), like those responsible for the financial crisis, who will justify ("to keep your prices down") any egregious acts ("no regard for human life")
the lunatics have taken over the asylum
waiting on the rapture
singing "we
to keep your prices down
feed you to the hounds
to the Daily Mail"
together, together
you made a pig's ear
you made a mistake
paid off security
and got through the gate
you got away with it
but we lie in wait
hey hey, hey hey hey hey
hey hey, hey hey hey hey hey
where's the truth
what's the use
i'm hanging around
lost and found
when you're here
innocent
fat chance
no plan
no regard
for human life
keep on trying
you've no right
fast and loose
you will lose
jumped the queue
go back again
president
for life
lord of all
the flies in the sky
the beasts of the earth
the fish in the sea
you've lost command
hey hey, hey hey hey
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