Pink Floyd toured in 1974 with the following new songs: ‘Shine On You Crazy Diamond,’ ‘You Gotta Be Crazy,’ and ‘Raving and Drooling’ — on the early ‘75 tour, they added ‘Have a Cigar’ and split ‘Shine On’ into two sections. These last two were later recorded and released in late 1975 on WYWH, but the other two were shelved until they reappeared in 1977, modified, on Animals.

Here are the #lyrics as they sounded in 1975, taken from a tour program:

Raving And Drooling

Raving and drooling I fell on his neck with a scream
He had a whole lotta terminal shock in his eyes
Thats what you get for pretending the rest are not real
Bubbling and snapping at far away flies
He will zig zag his way back through
Memories of boredom and pain

How does it feel to be empty and angry and spaced
Split up the middle between the illusion of
Safety in numbers and the fist in your face

Gotta Be Crazy

You gotta be crazy, you gotta be mean
You gotta keep your kids and your car clean
you gotta keep climbing, you gotta keep fit
You gotta keep smiling, you gotta eat shit

You gotta be small to be a big shot
You gotta eat meat to stay at the top
You gotta be trusted, gotta tell lies
You gotta be able to narrow your eyes

You gotta believe the’ve gotta believe you
You gotta appear easy to see through
Gotta be sure you look good on T.V.
Gotta resemble a human being

You gotta one eye over your shoulder
Gonna get harder as you get older
Gotta fly south and hide in the sand
Gotta forget your gonna get cancer

And when you loose control, you’ll reap
The harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood
Slows and turns to stone
And it’s too late too lose the weight you
Used to need to throw around
So have a good drown as you go down alone
Dragged down the by the stone

Gotta be sure, you gotta be quick
Gotta divide the tame from the sick
Gotta keep some of us docile and fit
You gotta keep everyone burying this shit

I gotta admit to a lot of confusion
Pain in the head is the child of collusion
Gotta resist the creeping malaise
You gotta believe in the way out of the maze
But you, you just keep on pretending
You can tell a sucker from a friend
But you still raise the knife to
Stranger, lover, friend and foe alike

Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was sent out to play on his own
Who was raised on a diet of shame
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with bridle and bit
Who was given a seat in the stand
Who was forcing his way to the rails
Who was offered a place on the board
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone