Bush "Surge" Speech: Dark Side of the Moon, Pink Floyd, with Jerry Politex
The lunatic's on White House grass
His lunatics are on that grass
Talking of their Iraq war we gasp
Got to send those loonies to the moon
The lunatic is on the mall
His lunatics are on our mall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open blood pours into our rooms
And if there are no rooms beyond the Hill
And if our heads explode from dark forbodings too
We'll all be on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in our heads
His lunatics are in his head
They take their blades and they revise their plans
Let's send them to the dark side of the moon
And while the facts spill thunder in our ears
We shout and no one seems to hear
And if the globe we're on starts playing different tunes
We'll all be on the dark side of the moon
