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.
:wutnik: 
/// Без_Ника, яфна! 
и йа на ники не смотрю
21 июн 2007 в 06:46