The lunatic is in my head
At least that's what Pink Floyd said
Mama loves her baby, that sure sounds nice
But who's gonna love you when you're on the thin ice
Daddy left a memory
That doesn't mean it's meant for me
One more brick into the wall
I don't think I need any thing at all
If they put me in the firing line
Is it fate or just my time
Got a little black book with my tooth brush and comb
I'll wait for the worms because there's nobody home.
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 11:11 PM UTC
The lunatic is in my head
At least that's what Pink Floyd said
Mama loves her baby, that sure sounds nice
But who's gonna love you when you're on the thin ice
Daddy left a memory
That doesn't mean it's meant for me
One more brick into the wall
I don't think I need any thing at all
If they put me in the firing line
Is it fate or just my time
Got a little black book with my tooth brush and comb
I'll wait for the worms because there's nobody home.
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