I know where syd barrett lives

I know where lives Syd Barrett,
I know his head kissed the ground,
When guests come he's all hatred,
He'd like to see no one around.

And nowhere he can spread root,
He'll get out it soon,
The only place he needed is dark side of the Moon.

He saw how on rooftops meeting
Animals of peace,
He listen how mice are eating
Lonely soundless piece.

And nowhere he can spread root,
He'll get out it soon,
The only place he needed is dark side of the Moon.

I know at "Bolshoi Theater"
Fat old Gilmour plays trampet,
All outcomes are considered,
Everything he needs he'll get,
And no flaw left behind him,
He'll get what he'd want,
At late night he would be seem
On television through the World.

I know where lives Syd Barrett,
He's himself doesn't know,
When guests come he's all hatred,
Why does he do it for?

And nowhere he can spread root,
He'll get out it soon,
The only place he needed is dark side of the Moon.