hharrama

The lunatic is on the grass.
A missile is up my ass.
Remembering games and corps and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies in the game.

A lunatic is in the corp.
The lunatics are in my ship.
The paper holds the wanted faces on the door
And every day the paper boy brings more.

And if the alliance breaks many years too soon
And if there is no room within the station
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my clone.
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til 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 corp you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

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