There is no dark side of the moon really. As a matter of fact it's all dark.

We don't need no education

I am you and what I see is me

Come on you target for faraway laughter. Come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!

There's someone in my head but it's not me.

And I can feel one of my turns coming on. I feel cold as a razor blade, Tight as a tourniquet, Dry as a funeral drum.